I am glad that her cousin returns soon, for the responsibility is too great for my old shoulders.

One never knows what she will do next." Perhaps it was for this reason that madame took Joyce with her when she went to Tours next day.

She felt safer when the child was in her sight.
"It is so much nicer going around with you than Marie," said Joyce, giving madame an affectionate little pat, as they stood before the entrance of a great square building, awaiting admission.

"You take me to places that I have never seen before.

What place is this ?" She stooped to read the inscription on the door-plate: "LITTLE SISTERS OF THE POOR." Before her question could be answered, the door was opened by a wrinkled old woman, in a nodding white cap, who led them into a reception-room at the end of the hall.
"Ask for Sister Denisa," said madame, "and give her my name." The old woman shuffled out of the room, and madame, taking a small memorandum book from her pocket, began to study it.