the farm, and what she is to do,
for if one is not very careful with a farm one loses a great deal of
money. There is no such thing as making two ends meet. One either makes
money or loses money."

And then Catherine again seemed to be engulfed in some deep joy, out of
which she roused herself with difficulty.

VI

When her postulant left the room, the Reverend Mother wrote to Pat
Phelan, asking him to come next morning with his cart to fetch
Catherine. And next morning, when the lay-sister told Catherine that he
was waiting for her, the Reverend Mother said:--

"We shall be able to manage, Catherine. You have told Sister Angela
everything, and you will not forget to come to see us, I hope."

"Mr. Phelan," said the lay-sister, "told me to tell you that one of his
sons is going to America to-day. Sister Catherine will have to go at
once if she wishes to see him."

"I must see James. I must see him before he leaves for America. Oh,"
she said, turning to the Reverend Mother, "do you remember that I told
you I had seen the ship? Everything has come true. You can't believe
any longer that it is not a call."

Her box was in the cart, and as Pat turned the mare round he said: "I
hope we won't miss James at the station. That's the reason I came for
you so early. I thought you would like to see him."

"Why did you not come earlier?" she cried. "All my happiness will be
spoilt if I don't see James."

The convent was already behind her, and her thoughts were now upon poor
James, whose heart she had broken. She knew that Peter would never love
her as well as James, but this could not be helped. Her vision in the
garden consoled her, for she could no longer doubt that she was doing
right in going to Peter, that her destiny was with him.

She knew the road well, she knew all the fields, every house and every
gap in the walls. Sign after sign went by; at last they were within
sight of the station. The signal was still up, and the train had not
gone yet; at the end of the platform she saw James and Peter. She let
Pat Phelan drive the cart round; she could get to them quicker by
running down the steps and crossing the line. The signal went down.

"Peter," she said, "we shall have time to talk presently. I want to
speak to James now."

And they walked up to the platform, leaving Peter to talk to his father.

"Paddy Maguire is outside," Pat said; "I asked him to stand at the
mare's head."

"James," said Catherine, "it