pride, instead of putting your mind on serious matters, and being more
humble?"

"You are angry with me, Sister Agatha, because I did not tell from what
distant land I came. That is not such a dreadful crime," said Carmen,
cheerfully.

The serious countenance of the Sister grew yet more grave, and she
looked severely at the kneeling figure.

"Have you, then, not thought of the text for to-day?" she asked
reprovingly,

Carmen flushed up quickly; she tried to compose herself, but was for a
moment at a loss what to say. She had during the past day been through
such new experiences; whereas, heretofore, every day had been pretty
much the same.

Sister Agatha waited patiently for Carmen to become calmer. At last,
when she seemed to have forgotten her confusion about the text, Agatha
said: "Now tell me the watchword."

When the maiden's eyes turned to the usual place for the motto, her
thoughts seemed to cease wandering, and she repeated the verse
correctly:

"'Feed Thou Thy people with Thy staff.'"

"Remember, my Sister, the purport of those words. 'Thy people' are
those who belong to Him; 'with Thy staff' means, with the support of