"
A new ray of happiness came into the smile of the novice. "What did they
say? Do tell me what they said."
"There was a difference of opinion. The Archdeacon held that with God
all things were possible. He used an expression more suitable to a
dinner-party, but I think that is what he meant. Mrs. Barberry thought
it wouldn't last. Mrs. Barberry was very cynical. She said anyone could
see that you were as emotional as ever you could be."
The eyes of the two women met and they laughed frankly. A sense of
expansion came between them, in which for an instant they were silent.
"Tell me about the hospital," Alicia said presently.
"Ah, the hospital!" Hilda's face changed. There came into her eyes the
moved look that always waked a thrill in Alicia Livingstone, as if she
were suddenly aware that she had stepped upon ground where feet like
hers passed seldom.
"There is nothing to tell you that is not--sad. Such odds and ends of
life, thrown together!"
"Have you had any experiences yet?"
Hilda stared for a moment absently in front of her, and then turned her
head aside to answer as if she closed her eyes on something.
"Experiences? Delightful Alicia, speaking your language, no.
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