“Then why did you write this note to me?”
I replied, “The reverend Mother told me to write it.”
“Did you, dear Mother?” he asked.
“No!” was her answer.
I then said, “Well, she did not exactly tell me. She wrote the confession, and sent a note telling me to copy and sign it.”
The reverend Father then said, “Give me her note.”
I said, “I cannot, for she told me to send it back to her directly I had read it, and I did so.”
He then turned to her, and she put on the most innocent face, looking at the same time aghast at me, and groaned:
“Oh!” she cried, shaking her head, as if it was too awful to listen to me. After a great deal of talking on their part, I was finally dismissed with: