The room was very large and on St. Catherine’s Day and other holidays we used to dance there. It was in this room, too, that once a year the Mother Superior gave to each of the Sisters the sou which represented her annual income. The walls were adorned with religious engravings and with a few oil paintings done by the pupils. The place of honor, though, belonged to St. Augustine. A magnificent large engraving depicted the conversion of this saint, and, oh, how often I have looked at that engraving! St. Augustine has certainly caused me very much emotion and greatly disturbed my childish heart. Mamma admired the cleanliness of the refectory. She asked to see which would be my seat at table, and when this was shown to her she objected strongly to my having that place. “No,” she said, “the child has not a strong chest and she would always be in a draught. I will not let her sit there.” My father agreed with my mother and insisted on a change being made. It was therefore decided that I should sit at the end of the room, and the promise given was faithfully kept. When mamma saw the wide staircase leading to the dormitories she was aghast. It was very, very wide and the steps were low and easy to mount, but there were so many of them before one reached the first floor. For a few seconds mamma hesitated and stood there gazing at them, her arms hanging down in despair. “Stay down here, Youle,” said my aunt, “and I will go up.” “No, no,” replied my mother in a sorrowful voice. “I must see where the child is to sleep; she is so delicate.” My father helped her, and indeed almost carried her up, and we then went into one of the immense dormitories. It was very much like the dormitory at Mme. Fressard’s, but a great deal larger and there was a tiled floor without any carpet. “Oh, this is quite impossible!” exclaimed mamma, “the child cannot sleep here; it is too cold; it would kill her.” The Mother Superior, Ste. Sophie, gave my mother a chair and tried to soothe her. She was pale, for her heart was already very much affected. “We will put your little girl in this dormitory, madame,” she said, opening a door that led into a room with eight beds. The floor was of polished wood and this room, adjoining the infirmary, was the one in which delicate or convalescent children slept. Mamma was reassured on seeing this, and we then went down and inspected the grounds. There were three woods, the Little Wood, the Middle Wood, and the Big Wood, and then there was an orchard that stretched along as far as the eye could see. In this orchard was the building where the poor children lived. They were taught gratis by the nuns, and every week they helped with the laundry for the convent.