She had been hoping to see the beggar girls.

She had often passed the convent in St.Symphorien, and caught glimpses of the nuns, through the high barred gate.

She had wondered how it must feel to be shut away from the world; to see only the patient white faces of the other sisters, and to walk with meekly folded hands and downcast eyes always in the same old paths.
But Sister Denisa was different from the nuns that she had seen before.
Some inward joy seemed to shine through her beautiful face and make it radiant.

She laughed often, and there was a happy twinkle in her clear, gray eyes.

When she came into the room, she seemed to bring the outdoors with her, there was such sunshine and fresh air in the cheeriness of her greeting.
Madame had come to visit an old pensioner of hers who was in the home.
After a short conversation, Sister Denisa rose to lead the way to her.
"Would the little mademoiselle like to go through the house while madame is engaged ?" asked the nun.
[Illustration: JOYCE AND SISTER DENISA.] "Oh, yes, thank you," answered Joyce, who had found by this time that this home was not for little beggar girls, but for old men and women.
Joyce had known very few old people in her short life, except her Grandmother Ware; and this grandmother was one of those dear, sunny old souls, whom everybody loves to claim, whether they are in the family or not.