“It is a very beautiful life, Mother Hilda; but I wonder if I have a vocation?”
“That is the great question, my dear,” and a cloud gathered in Mother Hilda’s face, for it had come into her mind to tell Evelyn that she hardly knew anything of the religious life as yet; but remembering her promise to the Prioress, she said: “Obedience is the beginning of the religious life, and you must try to think that you are a child in school, with nothing to teach and everything to learn. The experience of your past life, which you may think entitles you to consideration—”
“But, dear Mother, I think nothing of the kind; my whole concern is to try to forget my past life. Ah, if I could only—” Mother Hilda wondered what it must be to bring that look of fear into Evelyn’s eyes, but she refrained from que
