Kitty felt herself blush furiously and she put her hands to her breasts.
"It's impossible. It isn't true."
"Qu'est ce qu'elle dit?" asked Sister St. Joseph.
The Mother Superior translated. Sister St. Joseph's broad simple face, with its red cheeks, was beaming.
"No mistake is possible. I give you my word of honour."
"How long have you been married, my child?" asked the Mother Superior. "Why, when my sister-in-law had been married as long as you she had already two babies."
Kitty sank back into the chair. There was death in her heart.
"I'm so ashamed," she whispered.
"Because you are going to have a baby? Why, what can be more natural?"
"Quelle joie pour le docteur," said Sister St. Joseph.