simple and unquestioned, springing as naturally from the soul

as the wild flower from the prairie.

As she knelt, up rose the sun, and flooded her white figure

and her fair unbound hair with the radiance of the early

morning. The matin bells chimed from the convent and the

churches, and the singing birds began to flutter their bright

wings, and praise God also, "in their Latin."

She took her breakfast alone. The Senora never came