Pierre, and your old
friend and mistress, Mere Ste. Helene."
The news of the tragedy in the market-place had been early carried
to the Convent by the ubiquitous Bonhomme Michael, who was out that
day on one of his multifarious errands in the service of the
community.
The news had passed quickly through the Convent, agitating the
usually quiet nuns, and causing the wildest commotion among the
classes of girls, who were assembled at their morning lessons in the
great schoolroom. The windows were clustered with young, comely
heads, looking out in every direction, while nuns in alarm streamed
from the long passages to the lawn, where sat the venerable
Superior, Mere Migeon de la Nativite, under a broad ash-tree, sacred
to the Convent by the memories that clustered around it. The Ste.
Therese of Canada, Mere Marie de l'Incarnation, for lack of a better
roof, in the first days of her mission, used to gather around her
under that tree the wild Hurons as well as the young children of the
colonists, to give them their first lessons in religion and letters.
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