By the time the Rev. Mr. Flood called at the nunnery the children
had dried their tears, and were beginning to feel quite at home. The
Sister in charge, however, saw at once the correctness of the
Clergyman's action, and agreed to give the girls up as soon as he
had made arrangements for their reception elsewhere. In a few days
they were sent for, and each was adopted by a different family;
Cissie, the elder, was taken in charge by a childless minister,
residing in St. Albans, in the State of Vermont, while Lillie, the
younger sister was adopted by a farmer from the neighborhood of
Varennes.

Many years passed away and the two girls were grown up, and were
both uncommonly good looking, Lillie being then just seventeen, and
as handsome a girl as one could wish to see. Then circumstances,
however, were not the same, for while Cissie had received a good
education, and had in every way the manners of a lady, Lillie could
not even read with facility, and writing was with her and utter
impossibility. The people who had adopted her were Irish settlers,
who, though comfortably off, knew little beyond the cultivation of
potatoes and the care of pigs.

About this tame Cissie Wilson, tired of the monotony of life at St.
Albans, determined to make an effort to "see the world," as she
called it, and earn her own living; and, as her adopted father
remonstrated with her in rather a hasty manner, she collected her
effects together, and, one day while the old man was out, started
for Montreal. She left a note for him, informing him of her
destination, and warning him not to attempt to stop her, as she had
determined, at all hazards, to carry out her intention. Miss Wilson
had been several times in Montreal, and had several acquaintances