"I enjoy home, certainly," replied Isa, "yet I deeply regretted leaving the sisters; for you cannot think how good and kind they were to me. Shall I tell you about it? about my life there?"
"Oh, do! I should so like to hear it."
Isadore smiled at the eager tone, the bright interested look, and at once began a long and minute description of the events of her school-days at the nunnery, ending with a eulogy upon convent life in general, and the nuns who had been her educators, in particular. "They lived such holy, devoted lives, were so kind, so good, so self-denying."
Violet listened attentively, making no remark, but Isadore read disapproval more than once in her speaking countenance.
"I wish your mamma would send you and Elsie there to finish," remarked Isa, breaking the pause which followed the conclusion of her narrative. "Should you not like to go?"
"No, oh no, no!"
"Why not?"
"Isa, I could never, never do some of those things you say they require—bow to images or pictures, or kneel before them, or join in prayers or hymns to the Virgin."
"I don't know how you could be so wicked as to refuse. She is the queen of Heaven and mother of God."
"Isa!" and Violet looked inexpressibly shocked.