Her poor people in the village were always glad to see the beautiful girl who emptied her purse so bountifully for them, and spoke to them so sweetly.
She visited half-a-dozen of her pensioners, leaving pleasant words and silver shillings behind her, and then walked on to the Church of St.
Croix.

The presbytery stood beside it, surrounded by a trim garden with gravelled paths.

Kate opened the garden gate, and walked up to where Father Francis stood in the open doorway.
"I have come to see you," she said, "since you won't come to see us.
Have you forgotten your friends at Danton Hall?
You have not been up for a week." "Too busy," said Father Francis; "the Cure is in Montreal, and all devolves upon me.

Come in." She followed him into the little parlour, and sat down by the open window.
"And what's the news from Danton Hall ?" "Nothing! Oh!" said Kate, blushing and smiling, "except another wedding!" "Another! Two more weddings, you mean ?" "No!" said Kate, surprised: "only one.

Rose, you know, father, to M.La.
Touche!" Father Francis looked at her a moment smilingly.