Of course this visit has set all our little community in a ferment. That is only natural. We have so few events to mark our lives, that small matters become great. Beside this can hardly be called a small matter.
"Ah!" said Sister Anne to Sister Bridget, "You little thought, when you were so busy with your chairs, who was to sit on them!"
"O yes, I did!" answered Sister Bridget, composedly, as usual: "Mother Gertrude told me."
"Really! And you kept the news to yourself all that time! How wonderful!"
"I don't see anything wonderful!" said Sister Bridget, who understands everything quite literally: "Mother Gertrude told me not to tell, and so, of course, I could not, if I had wished it."
"You are a good soul, and I wont tease you," said Sister Anne, who has far more of generosity with her than her Sister. "But say now, Sister Bridget, is it not a wonderful thing that a real Queen should come and lodge under our roof?"
"No, I don't know that it is," answered Sister Bridget, considering a little, as usual.
"You know, Sister Anne, that our Lord dwells here all the time—Father Fabian says so—and He is much greater than any Queen."
I believe Sister Bridget will be one of the saints that grow, as Mother Gertrude says.
July 24th.