I could not teach.

I had been educated in a slipshod way, no one directing anything about it--just what it occurred to the person who had charge of me to put before me.
I had intended to throw myself upon Sister Madeline.

But what then?
What could she have done for me?
I had asked her months before if I could not be a sister, and had been discouraged both by her and by my director.

I believe they thought I was too young and too pretty, and, in fact, had no vocation.

No doubt they thought I might soon look upon things differently, when my trouble was a little older.
And Richard--I did not give Richard many thoughts that day, for my heart was sore, when I remembered all his words.