“I live, as you know, in the neighborhood,” said Frau von Trautenau, as Adele looked up tearfully.  “Our estate, Wollmershain Grove, is only a few hours’ ride from here, and sometimes, if I drive in, you will, I suppose, allow Adele to visit us for a little recreation?”

“Oh, certainly, Frau Von Trautenau,” returned Sister Agatha—­“in vacation.  May I now show you our apartments and arrangements, so that you may know exactly how your dear little girl will be situated?”

“I shall be delighted,” replied the lady.  “Everything here interests us, of course, in the highest degree.”

With that, they all rose and followed the sister.

CHAPTER III.

“We require a great deal of room,” explained Sister Agatha, as they passed along, “as there are separate apartments, not only for the pupils, but also for the unmarried Sisters of our community, who are not members of a family and yet live and work here with us.  Indeed, even those who have families in the outside world often come to us to employ their unoccupied time.”  So saying, she led her guests from the first floor to the second, and from one room to another.  Everything was neatly and simply arranged.  The modest dress of the Sisters, with their little white caps, their calm diligence in spite of the exhilarating air of this bright morning, their quiet gait and subdued voices, the deep silence which pervaded the house, gave one the sensation of being in a cloister.  Sister Agatha conducted the party into the general workroom.  It was built like a deep hall.  At long tables sat numbers of girls with every variety of countenance; all young, not quite grown, gathered in separate groups, busy with needlework or writing.  The elder ones seemed to supervise the younger and instruct them in their work.  Amongst these was the girl who had acted the part of guide to the strangers.  All rose at the entrance of the visitors, and after a moment silently resumed their seats.

“Here you see the children of our members, and our dear pupils, all together.  They are sent to us from the most remote colonies and missions to be educated, and they very soon learn to consider themselves one with us.  Dear Sister Marie,” said Agatha, turning to one of the girls, “please tell Frau Von Trautenau where you were born.”  The child addressed, a little girl with olive complexion and keen black eyes, arose, like a piece of machinery, on being spoken to, and replied:  “At Paramaribo, in Surinam,” and dropped back into her seat.

“And you, dear Sister Genevieve?”

“At St. Jean, in the West Indies.”

“And Sister Sarah?” “At Sarepta, in Russia, in the province of Saratow.”

“Sister Jacobi?”

“At Batavia, in Java.”

“Sister Carmen?”