THISBE It was the custom in the convent school on the Torrero-hill to receive visitors on Thursdays.

This festivity farther extended to the evening, when the girls were allowed to walk for an hour in the garden and talk.
Talking, it must be remembered, as an indulgence of the flesh, is considered in religious communities to be a treat only permitted at certain periods.

It is, indeed, only by tying the tongue that tyranny can hope to live.
"These promenades are not without use," the Mother Superior once said to Evasio Mon, one of the lay directors of this school.

"One discovers what friendships have been formed." But the Mother Superior, like many cunning persons, was wrong.

For a schoolgirl's friendship is like the seed of grass, blown hither and thither; while only one or two of a sowing take root in some hidden corner and grow.
Juanita's bosom friend of the red hair had recovered her lost position.
Her hair was, in fact, golden again.