In the train the girls talked to Sister Agnes. She was an elderly nun who had entered the Convent that adjoined the school because the man she loved had been killed fighting for France.
“Do you ever regret, Sister Agnes,” Celita had asked her once, “giving up the world outside and living in a Convent?”
The Sister had taken a little time to reply.
Then she said,
“I often think I would like to have had children of my own, but there was only one man for me and, if I could not have him, then I had to be content with God.”
It seemed to Celita a reasonable way of looking at things.
At the same time she told herself she wanted to live and she wanted to see the world.
There was so much to do, so much to enjoy, so much to learn.
Now, as the miles passed, Judy became more and more depressed.
