"I like them very
much," she went on; "they remind me of some that grew in the
convent garden."
"Were you ever in a convent?" asked Madge, with a certain awe.
"Yes, for two years, when I was about as old as you are."
"And were there any nuns there?" asked Madge, whose ideas were
not enlarged, and who looked upon a nun as the embodiment of
much romance.
"To be sure," answered Madelon, rather amused; "they were all
nuns, except some little girls who came every day to be taught
by them."
"Then you were at school there?" said Madge.
"Not exactly; my aunt was the--what do you call it?--Lady
Superior of the convent; that was why I went there."
"And did you like it?" inquired Madge, who was apparently of
opinion that such an opportunity for gaining exceptional
information should not be wasted.
"I don't know," answered Madelon; "I don't think I did at the
time; I used to find it very dull, and I often longed to be
away. But the nuns were very kind to me; and it is pleasant to
look back upon, so quiet and peaceful. I think we don't always
know when and where we are happy," she added, with a little
sigh.
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