"Nobody could bear such treatment!" said she. "The blessed Virgin herself would not have stood it. I am sure Sister Gaillarde is not a bit better than I am--of course I do not speak on my own account, but for the honour of the Order: that is what I am anxious about. It does not matter in the least how people tread _me_ down--I am the humblest-minded Sister in the house; but I am a Mother of the Order, and I feel Sister Gaillarde's words exceedingly. Pride is one of the seven deadly sins, and I do marvel where Sister Gaillarde thinks she is going. I shall offer my next communion for her, that she may be more humble-minded. I am sure she needs it." Mother Ada bit off her thread, as she said this, with a determined snap, as if it had cruelly provoked her. I was lost in amazement, for Mother Ada has always seemed so calm and icy that I thought nothing could move her, and here she was making a fuss about nothing, like one of the children. She had not finished when Mother Gaillarde came back. "What, not over it yet?" said she, in her usual style. "Dear me, what a storm in a porringer!" Mother Ada gave a bursting sob and a long wail to end it; but Mother Gaillarde took no more notice of her, only telling us all that Mother Alianora would be buried to-morrow, and that after the funeral we were to assemble in conclave to elect a new Mother. It will be Sister Ismania, I doubt not; for she is eldest of the Sisters, and the one most generally held in respect. In the evening, at recreation-time, Sister Philippa came up to me. "So we are to meet to elect a new Mother!" said she, with much satisfaction in her tone. "I always like meeting in conclave. There is something grand about it. For whom will you vote, Sister Annora?" "I have not thought much about it," said I, "except that I suppose every body will vote for Sister Ismania." "I shall not," said Mother Joan. I see so little of Mother Joan that I think I have rarely mentioned her. She is Mistress of the Novices, and seldom comes where I am. "You will not, Mother? For whom, then?" said Sister Philippa. "If you should be appointed to collect the votes, Sister, you will know," was Mother Joan's reply. "Now, is that not too bad?" said Sister Philippa, when Mother Joan had passed on. "Of course the Mothers will collect the votes." "I fancy Mother Joan meant we Sisters ought not to ask," I said. "O Sister! did you not enjoy that quarrel between the Mothers this morning?" cried she. "Certainly not," I answered. "I could not enjoy seeing any one either distressed or angry." "Oh; but it was so delightful to see Mother Ada let herself down!" cried Philippa. "So proud and stuck-up and like an icicle as she always is! _Ha jolife_! and she calls herself the humblest Sister in the house!" Margaret had come up, and stood listening to us. "Who think you is the humblest, Sister Philippa?"