Opposite to him was a little shrine, with the usual rude fresco and enthroned Madonna behind a grating.

The priest walked over to it, and knelt down.
In a few minutes he returned and took up his parcel.

As he entered the outer gate of the convent, Lucy could see him glancing nervously from side to side.

But it was the hour of siesta and of quiet.

His tormentors of the morning were all under cover.
The parcel that he carried had partly broken out of its wrappings during the long walk, and Lucy could see that it contained clothes of some kind.
'Poor Father!' she said again to Eleanor.