The low chanting of vespers came to their ears through the curtained doors of the Cathedral.
"Listen to them," said Juanita suddenly.

"They are half asleep.

They are not thinking of what they are singing.

They are taking snuff surreptitiously behind their hands to keep themselves awake.

And it is we, poor wretched schoolgirls and nuns who have to keep the saints in a good humour by attending to every word and being most preposterously devout whether we feel inclined to be or not.