“I’d rather missed you,” I said; “and, really, I should have been over to apologize if I hadn’t been afraid.”
“Sister Theresa is rather fierce,” she declared. “And we’re not allowed to receive gentlemen callers,—it says so in the catalogue.”
“So I imagined. I trust Sister Theresa is improving.”
“Yes; thank you.”
“And Miss Devereux,—she is quite well, I hope?”
She turned her head as though to listen more carefully, and her step slackened for a moment; then she hurried blithely forward.
“Oh, she’s always well, I believe.”
“You know her, of course.”
“Oh, rather! She gives us music lessons.”