"Will you come up and see the sleeping-rooms ?" They went up the freshly scrubbed steps to a great dormitory, where, against the bare walls, stood long rows of narrow cots.

They were all empty, except one at the farthest end, where an old woman lay with her handkerchief across her eyes.
"Poor old Number Thirty-one!" said Sister Denisa.

"She seems to feel her unhappy position more than any one in the house.

The most of them are thankful for mere bodily comfort,--satisfied with food and shelter and warmth; but she is continually pining for her old home surroundings.
Will you not come and speak to her in English?
She married a countryman of yours, and lived over thirty years in America.

She speaks of that time as the happiest in her life.