There were two nuns in the gardens, gravely walking side by side, casting demure and not unkindly glances from time to time towards their gay charges.

Juanita and her friend had, as elder girls, certain privileges, and were allowed to walk apart from the rest.

They were heiresses, moreover, which makes a difference even in a convent school that shuts the world out with forbidding gates.
Juanita bade her friend keep watch, and ran quickly among the trees.

The wall was old and overgrown with wild roses and honeysuckle.

She found the hole, and, hastily turning back her sleeve, thrust her arm through.