She had not noticed that it was a Roman Catholic place of worship, but the discovery gave her an unexpected pleasure.

She was soothed and filled with a sense of repose.

Sinking into the attitude of prayer, she let her thoughts carry her whither they would; they showed her nothing but images of beauty and peace.

It was with reluctance that she arose and went back into the dark street, where the world met her with a chill blast, sleet-laden.
Our Lady of the Rosary received her frequently after this.

But there were days when the thought of repose was far from her.