Stanislaus was as cheerful as a lark. He rolled up his sleeves,
smiled at the brother, and waited orders. The brother smiled back,
and said:

"First, I think you will have something to eat. Then we shall see
about work."

The Jesuit college at Dillingen, Saint Jerome's, was a big place and
numbered many students. Many students mean many cooks and servers at
table and servants about the house. Stanislaus took his place
amongst a score of such. He washed dishes, helped prepare food,
swept, scrubbed -whatever he was told to do. He ate with the
servants, took his recreations with them. And he went about it all
as simply and naturally as if he had been doing nothing else all his
life.

His jolliness and kindness won him friends on all sides, as they had
always done. He kept up his prayers, you may be sure; ran in to
visit our Lord in the Blessed Sacrament whenever he was free to do
so; made all he did into a prayer. And of course that irritated some
of the other servants, just as it had irritated his brother Paul.
And so he had no lack of teasing and petty insults. But he just
smiled his way through them and kept on.

He was perfectly happy, entirely confident that he was doing God's
will. As for the work, he chuckled to himself at the idea that
Canisius thought this a test! He would willingly do a thousand
times harder things than that for Almighty God. And after all, he
said, it really was not so hard. Many a better man than he had to
work much harder, at much more unpleasant tasks. And what would it