Three years ago--that is, when I left home--she was the last sort of girl you could imagine going into a convent.

She was pretty, fond of nice clothes and admiration, as keen as every girl ought to be on a dance.

I never supposed she had a thought of religion in her head--I mean, beyond the usual confessions and attendances at Mass.' 'I suppose,' said Hyacinth, 'your people wanted it.' 'I don't think so,' said Maguire.

'Perhaps my mother did.

I don't know.' 'You see, Conneally,' said Tim Halloran, 'it is a sort of hall-mark of respectability among people like Maguire's to have a girl in a good convent.