We cannot always be amusing, and real life is not always gay.
The young nun waited in her cell till the Mother Superior herself opened the door and entered.

For the Princess was gone, after seeing everything, praising everything with the flattering indiscrimination of total ignorance, and, finally, after asking permission to make another visit.

She had spent ten minutes in the Mother's own rooms before leaving, and had asked the names of the three Sisters who had taken care of her in succession, writing them down on the back of a visiting-card.

She wished to remember them in her prayers, she said; but the little white volcano almost laughed in her face, and the black diamond eyes twinkled furiously as they turned away to hide their scornful amusement--so strong was the nun's conviction that the new benefactress was a humbug.

The Princess looked at the names quite calmly after she had written them--Sister Saint Paul, Sister Giovanna, and Sister Marius--and asked whether she had seen any of them during her visit.