"I suppose you mean you'd rather be a nun or something serious of that sort."
"Well, to tell the truth, I have been thinking lately if perhaps I couldn't do something,--perhaps go into a hospital, or something of that sort."
"Oh, nonsense, Dot! Think of all the horrible, dirty people you'd have to attend to. Ugh!"
"Christ didn't think of that when He washed the feet of His disciples," said little Dot, sententiously.
"Why, Dot, how dreadfully religious you're getting! You want a good shaking! Besides, isn't it a little impious to imply that the apostles were horrible, dirty people?"
"You know what I meant," said Dot, flushing.
"Yes, of course, dear; and I think I know where you've been. You've been to see that dear Sister Agatha."
"You admit she's a dear?"
"Of course I do; but I don't know whether she's quite good for you."
"If you'd only seen her among the poor little children the other day, how beautiful and how happy she looked, you might have thought differently," said Dot.