Her manner was boyish, hoydenish at times, and although convent-trained, she was inclined to balk at restraint in any form.

But there was a softness lurking in her blue eyes that was most sympathetic and human.
St.Timothy's and the convent school in Germantown had been the choice of her parents for her education--what they called a good Catholic education.

She had learned a great deal about the theory and forms of the Catholic ritual, but she could not understand them.

The church, with its tall, dimly radiant windows, its high, white altar, its figure of St.Joseph on one side and the Virgin Mary on the other, clothed in golden-starred robes of blue, wearing haloes and carrying scepters, had impressed her greatly.

The church as a whole--any Catholic church--was beautiful to look at--soothing.