Life With Mother Superior.
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
lemons. St. Mary’s was shocked. The judges were shocked. St. Marks was shocked. Mother Superior saw us, not in her office, but in the front parlor. This was the closest she could come to throwing us out before she knew the facts. “Did you or did you not have lemons?” “We did not,” Mary said. She spoke with a hurt tone. Had we been on the carpet for anything else we wouldn’t have stood a chance, as Mother was never convinced of our innocence. This time, however, the globe was at stake. “Not a
what Father said to Mother Superior, but he certainly must have said quite a lot, because the next day my parents took their little angel back to St. Marks. Another little angel returned to St. Marks at about that time—my friend and conspirator, Mary. Chapter Seven: Sister Mary William Unless one-qualified for honors, one’s opportunities to leave St. Marks, except at the end of term, were extremely unusual and rare. If you hit the honor roll, you were allowed to drive into town for sports
her spectacle. Finally after a complete inspection and several trips for handkerchiefs we boarded the bus. We were not only exhausted mentally, but the heat was doing its own job. Mother Superior made us all take salt tablets to prevent fainting, and Roughhouse would have put a lettuce leaf under our veils if she thought the effect would have been artistic. By the time we arrived and lined up, most of the parents were lolling around the golf course. I didn’t see either of mine. They were always
separate corners, the boys to the bays’ side and the girls to the girls’ side. “You act like an idiot,” Mary said to me. She seemed cross because I liked Stephen O’Riley and had been laughing with him. “He’s marvelous,” I said proudly. “He’s very bad in deportment.” “He’s a creep and you know it.” “He’s not a creep and he’s different from most boys.” “How?” “Well, he’s funny and he makes me laugh.” “Some laughs.” “Well, how about you and Leroy?” I bantered back. “Leroy will go places,
the choice, for instance, of swimming or fencing, basketball or volley ball, general calisthenics, golf or tennis. The gymnasium and pool were adjoined and they were ruled by an iron hand in a fencing glove—that tall dark monster who had met us the first day, Doris Connelly. Since we wore uniforms to and for every occasion at the convent, gymnasium was no exception. Where Mother Superior showed a decided conservative streak in our everyday uniforms, she showed a decided flair in our gym suits.