pure in mind avert their thoughts.

"And then when the baby was born," Evelina continued, "he
christened it right away, so it could go to heaven; and after that,
you see, I had to be a Catholic."

"I don't see--"

"Don't I have to be where the baby is? I couldn't ever ha'
gone there if I hadn't been made a Catholic. Don't you understand
that?"

Ann Eliza sat speechless, drawing her hand away. Once more
she found herself shut out of Evelina's heart, an exile from her
closest affections.

"I've got to go where the baby is," Evelina feverishly
insisted.

Ann Eliza could think of nothing to say; she could only feel
that Evelina was dying, and dying as a stranger in her arms. Ramy
and the day-old baby had parted her forever from her sister.

Evelina began again. "If I get worse I want you to send for
a priest. Miss Mellins'll know where to send--she's got an aunt
that's a Catholic. Promise me faithful you will."

"I promise," said Ann Eliza.

After that they spoke no more of the matter; but Ann Eliza now