"Very ornamental?"

"Oh, very," said Jane, warming out of caution, as she felt she might
venture showing city gorgeousness all over. "But it is infinitely to
his credit. He had a Fortunatus' purse, and was a spoilt child--not
in the bad sense--but with an utterly idolising mother, and he tried
a good many experiments that made our hair stand on end; but he has
sobered down, and is a much wiser man now--though I would not be
bound to admire all he does."

"I see there are Sisters? Do they belong to his arrangements?"

"Yes. They are what my brother calls Cousins of Mercy. The elder
one has tried two or three Sisterhoods, and being dissatisfied with
all the rules, I fancy she has some notion of trying to set up one on
her own account at Mr. Flight's. They are both relations of his
mother, and are really one of his experiments--fancy names and fancy
rules, of course. I believe the young one wanted to call herself
Sister Philomena, but that he could not stand. So they act as parish
women here, and they do it very well. I liked Sister Beata when I
have come in contact with her, and I am sure she is an excellent
nurse. They will do your nieces no harm, though I don't like the
irregular."

Of this assurance Magdalen felt very glad, when at the door of the
parish room, where the ladies were to hold a working party for the
missions, Carrigaboola Missions at Albertstown, she and her nieces
were introduced to the two ladies in hoods and veils; and Paula's
eyes sparkled with delight as she settled into a chair next to Sister