"Didn't we forget to say our prayers, Mary?"
So I got up again and Sister Angela said one of the beautiful prayers out of our prayer-book. But her voice was very low and when she came to the words:
"O Father of all mankind, forgive all sinners who repent of their sins," she broke down altogether.
I thought she was ill, but she said it was only a cold she had caught in crossing the garden and I was to go to sleep like a good girl and think no more about her.
But in the middle of the night I awoke, and Sister Angela was crying.
FIFTEENTH CHAPTER
Most of the girls were depressed when they returned to school, but Alma was in high spirits, and on the first night of the term she crept over to my bed and asked what we had been doing during the holidays.
"Not a thing, eh?"
I answered that we had done lots of things and been very happy.