She must remember that she was in a Catholic and religious household now.

Ah, yes! how very fine it was to see that priest at dinner in his soutane, sitting down like one of the family, and making them all seem like a picture of some historical and aristocratic romance! And then they were actually "de Fontanges l'Hommadieu." How different he was from that shabby Methodist minister who used to come to see her father in a black cravat with a hideous bow! Really there was something to say for a religion that contained so much picturesque refinement; and for her part--but that will do.

I beg to say that I am not writing of any particular snob or feminine monstrosity, but of a very charming creature, who was quite able to say her prayers afterwards like a good girl, and lay her pretty cheek upon her pillow without a blush.
She opened her window and looked out.

The moon, a great silver dome, was uplifting itself from a bluish-gray level, which she knew was the distant plain of wheat.

Somewhere in its midst appeared a dull star, at times brightening as if blown upon or drawn upwards in a comet-like trail.