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beside the fire, and looking longingly towards the card table. "Oh, no," replied Lucilla briefly, gazing into the fire, with hands folded in her lap. Thin hands, showing up very white against the dull colored "convent uniform" that hung in plain, severe folds about her and reached to her very ankles. "Oh, don't you? I play often at home when company comes. And I play cribbage and _vingt-et-un_ with papa and win lots of money from him." "That's wrong." "No, it isn't; papa wouldn't do it if it was wrong," she answered decidedly. "Do you go to the convent?" she asked, looking critically at Lucilla and drawing a little nearer, so as to be confidential. "Tell me about it," she continued, when the other had replied affirmatively. "Is it very dreadful? you know they're going to send me soon." "Oh, it's the best place in the world," corrected Lucilla as eagerly as she could. "Well, mamma says she was just as happy as could be there, but you see that's so awfully long ago. It must have changed since then." "The convent never changes: it's always the same. You first go to chapel to mass early in the morning." "Ugh!" shuddered Ninette. "Then you have studies," continued Lucilla. "Then breakfast, then recreation, then classes, and there's meditation." "Oh, well," interrupted Ninette, "I believe anything most would suit you, and mamma when she was little; but if I don't like it--see here, if I tell you something will you promise never, never, to tell?" "Is it any thing wrong?" "Oh, no, not very; it isn't a real mortal sin. Will you promise?" "Yes," agreed Lucilla; curiosity getting something the better of her pious scruples. "Cross your heart?" Lucilla crossed her heart carefully, though a little reluctantly. "Hope you may die?" "Oh!" exclaimed the little convent girl aghast. "Oh, pshaw," laughed Ninette, "never mind. But that's what Polly always says when she wants me to believe her: 'hope I may die, Miss Ninette.' Well, this is it: I've been saving up money for the longest time, oh ever so long. I've got eighteen dollars and sixty cents, and when they send me to the convent, if I don't like it, I'm going to run away." This last and startling revelation was told in a tragic whisper in Lucilla's ear, for Betsy was standing before them with a tray of chocolate and coffee that she was passing around. "I yeard you," proclaimed Betsy with mischievous inscrutable countenance. "You didn't,"
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