trifling secret. Whoever ventures to try it is sure to
be betrayed.

While I was sick Father Darity came often to see me, and
by his kindness succeeded in gaining my affections. I
was a great favorite with him; he always called me his
little girl, and tried in every way to make me contented.
He wished to make me say that I was happy there, that I
liked to live with them as well as with my father. But
I could never be persuaded to say this, for it was not
the truth, and I would not tell a falsehood unless forced
to do so. He said I must be a good girl, and he hoped I
would sometime see better times, but I could never see
my father again, and I must not desire it. He advised
me, however hard it might be, to try and love all who
came into the nunnery, even those who were unkind, who
wished to injure me or wound my feelings. He told me how
Jesus Christ loved his enemies; how he died for them a
cruel death on the cross; how, amid his bitter agonies,
he prayed for them, and with his expiring breath he cried,
"Father, forgive them, they know not what they do." "And
now," said he, "can you do as Jesus Christ did? He has
set you an example, can you not follow it?" "No, sir,"
I replied, "I cannot love those who punish me so cruelly,
so unjustly. I cannot love the little girl who reported
what I said in the yard, when she said as bad things as
I did." "But you forget," said he, "that in doing this
she only obeyed the rules of the house. She only did her
duty; if you had done yours, you would have reported
her." "I'll never do that," I exclaimed, emboldened by