Category: Novels

In Our Convent Days

It has been many years since I went to school. Everything has changed in the Convent that I loved, and I am asked to believe that every change is for the better. I do not believe this at all. I am unmoved by the sight of steam registers and electric lights. I look with disfavo...

Chapters

5. Part 5

The Archbishop looked at us benignantly. It was said of him that he dearly loved children, but that he was apt to be bored by adults. He had not what are called "social gifts,"...

9. Part 9

"_You_ needn't talk," went on Tony with impolite emphasis, "after what you made her go through last Sunday. You and Agnes in your old black veils. I don't believe she was able t...

8. Part 8

I had no chance to hear any particulars until night, when Elizabeth watched her opportunity, and sallied forth to brush her teeth while I was dawdling over mine. The strictest s...

4. Part 4

The next afternoon I was seated at my desk in the interval between an instruction on "human respect"--which we accounted a heavy failing--and Benediction. We were all of us to g...

1. Part 1

It has been many years since I went to school. Everything has changed in the Convent that I loved, and I am asked to believe that every change is for the better. I do not believ...

3. Part 3

"Isabella of Castile" was a tragedy. Its heroine, Inez, was held a captive by the Moors, and was occupying herself when the play opened with the conversion to Christianity of Ay...

7. Part 7

Then one day Elizabeth made a discovery which filled me with confusion. Before I came to school, I had parted with my few toys, feeling that paper dolls and grace-hoops were unw...

2. Part 2

which was a poetic license, as the chapel aisle was short, and Marianus had never glided up it since he came. He always--in virtue of his office--entered by the sacristy door.

6. Part 6

I stumbled out of bed, and into my slippers. My head felt curiously light when I lifted it from my pillow, and I had to catch hold of my curtain rod for support. The dormitory f...

10. Part 10

That night I made good my word, and erased the twenty-one after a thorough-going fashion I hardly like to recall. But when the operation was over, and I curled up in my bed, I s...