CHAPTER V.
"To virtue wake the pulses of the heart, And bid the tear of emulation start." ROGERS.
Victoire, who gave constant exercise to the benevolent feelings of the amiable nun, became every day more dear to her.

Far from having the selfishness of a favourite, Victoire loved to bring into public notice the good actions of her companions.

"Stoop down your ear to me, Sister Frances," said she, "and I will tell you a secret--I will tell you why my friend Annette is growing so thin--I found it out this morning--she does not eat above half her soup every day.

Look, there's her porringer covered up in the corner--she carries it home to her mother, who is sick, and who has not bread to eat." Madame de Fleury came in whilst Sister Frances was yet bending down to hear this secret; it was repeated to her, and she immediately ordered that a certain allowance of bread should be given to Annette every day to carry to her mother during her illness.
"I give it in charge to you, Victoire, to remember this, and I am sure it will never be forgotten.

Here is an order for you upon my baker: run and show it to Annette.