I want her.”
“How Hilda does try to thwart me, to make things more difficult than they are!”
“Evelyn, my dear child, I have sent for you to ask if you feel well enough to-day to sing for us at Benediction?”
“Oh, yes, dear Mother, why shouldn’t I sing for you? What would you like me to sing?”’ The Prioress hesitated, and then asked Evelyn to suggest some pieces, and after several suggestions Evelyn said:
“Perhaps it would be better if I were to call Sister Mary John, if you will allow me, Mother.” And she went away, calling to the other nun, who came quickly from the kitchen garden in her big boots and her habit tucked up nearly to her knees, looking very much more like a labouring woman than a musician.
“We were talking just now of what Evelyn would sing for us at Benediction; perhaps
