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330 The Master of Greylands. “What is that ?” “‘ Well, I'll take the liberty of suggesting it,” cried Mrs. Bent. ‘ Put her to the Grey Sisters.” ‘The Grey Sisters!” echoed Madame Guise, struck with the sug- gestion. ‘But would they take one so young, think you? A little child who can scarcely speak !” ‘‘T think they'd take her and be glad of it. Why, ma’am, children are like playthings to them. They have the fishermen’s children there by day to teach and train; and they keep ’em by night too when the little ones are sick.” No suggestion could have been more welcome to Madame Guise. The wonder was, that she had not herself thought of it: she no doubt would have done so had Marie been older. To put the matter at rest, she went over at once to the Nunnery. Sister Charlotte received her, and heard her proposal joyfully. Admit a dear little child as a boarder amongst them! Yes, that they would; and take the most loving care of her; and train her, they hoped, to find the road to Heaven. They would be glad to have two or three little ones of the better class, no matter what the age ; the bit of money paid for them would be an assistance, for the Sisterhood was but poor. Though, indeed, now that the new Sister, Mary Ursula— Miss Castlemaine—had joined them, they were better off. ‘I am so glad to hear you say she may come,” said Madame Guise. *‘T had feared that my httle one was too young. She must have every- thing done for her, and she cannot speak plainly. English she does not speak at all, though she understands it.” “She will soon speak it with us: and we will try and make her quite happy. But I must summon our Superior,” added Sister Charlotte, ‘‘for I may not take upon myself to decide this, though I know how welcome it will be.” The Superior came in, in the person of Miss Castlemaine. Alas, no longer to be called so—but Sister Mary Ursula. She swept in, in her silk mourning dress, and with the muslin cap shading her beautiful hair, and greeted Madame Guise with all her winning and gracious manner, holding out her hand in welcome. In some tum of the face, or in some glance of the eye—it was hard to define what—so strong a like- ness to the lost and ill-fated Anthony momentarily shone out from Miss Castlemaine’s countenance, that poor Madame Guise felt faint. But she had to control all feeling now; she had passed into another character and left herself out of sight behind. Seated opposite to her, giving to lier her best attention, her fine head gently bent, her soft, but brilliant eyes thrown upon her, Sister Mary Ursula listened to the story Madame Guise told. She had engaged herself as governess at Greylands’ Rest, and wished to be allowed to place her child with the Grey Ladies. ECoOMmicloooks (C(O) in —_)