The pupils conformed； with the exception of the austerities； to all the practices of the convent。
There was a certain young woman who entered the world； and who after many years of married life had not succeeded in breaking herself of the habit of saying in great haste whenever any one knocked at her door； 〃forever！〃 Like the nuns； the pupils saw their relatives only in the parlor。 Their very mothers did not obtain permission to embrace them。 The following illustrates to what a degree severity on that point was carried。
One day a young girl received a visit from her mother； who was acpanied by a little sister three years of age。 The young girl wept； for she wished greatly to embrace her sister。 Impossible。
She begged that； at least； the child might be permitted to pass her little hand through the bars so that she could kiss it。 This was almost indignantly refused。
AUSTERITIES
One is a postulant for two years at least； often for four； a novice for four。
It is rare that the definitive vows can be pronounced earlier than the age of twenty…three or twenty…four years。 The Bernardines…Benedictines of Martin Verga do not admit widows to their order。
In their cells； they deliver themselves up to many unknown macerations； of which they must never speak。
On the day when a novice makes her profession； she is dressed in her handsomest attire； she is crowned with white roses； her hair is brushed until it shines； and curled。
Then she prostrates herself； a great black veil is thrown over her； and the office for the dead is sung。
Then the nuns separate into two files； one file passes close to her； saying in plaintive accents； 〃Our sister is dead〃； and the other file responds in a voice of ecstasy； 〃Our sister is alive in Jesus Christ！〃
At the epoch when this story takes place； a boarding…school was attached to the conventa boarding…school for young girls of noble and mostly wealthy families； among whom could be remarked Mademoiselle de Saint…Aulaire and de Belissen； and an English girl bearing the illustrious Catholic name of Talbot。
These young girls； reared by these nuns between four walls； grew up with a horror of the world and of the age。
One of them said to us one day； 〃The sight of the street pavement made me shudder from head to foot。〃 They were dressed in blue； with a white cap and a Holy Spirit of silver gilt or of copper on their breast。
On certain grand festival days； particularly Saint Martha's day； they were permitted； as a high favor and a supreme happiness； to dress themselves as nuns and to carry out the offices and practice of Saint…Benoit for a whole day。
In the early days the nuns were in the habit of lending them their black garments。
This seemed profane； and the prioress forbade it。
Only the novices were permitted to lend。 It is remarkable that these performances； tolerated and encouraged； no doubt； in the convent out of a secret spirit of proselytism and in order to give these children a foretaste of the holy habit； were a genuine happiness and a real recreation for the scholars。 They simply amused themselves with it。
It was new； it gave them a change。
Candid reasons of childhood； which do not； however； succeed in making us worldlings prehend the felicity of holding a holy water sprinkler in one's hand and standing for hours together singing hard enough for four in front of a reading…desk。
The pupils conformed； with the exception of the austerities； to all the practices of the convent。
There was a certain young woman who entered the world； and who after many years of married life had not succeeded in breaking herself of the habit of saying in great haste whenever any one knocked at her door； 〃forever！〃 Like the nuns； the pupils saw their relatives only in the parlor。 Their very mothers did not obtain permission to embrace them。 The following illustrates to what a degree severity on that point was carried。
One day a young girl received a visit from her mother； who was acpanied by a little sister three years of age。 The young girl wept； for she wished greatly to embrace her sister。 Impossible。
She begged that； at least； the child might be permitted to pass her little hand through the bars so that she could kiss it。 This was almost indignantly refused。
BOOK SIXTH。LE PETIT…PICPUS
CHAPTER IV
GAYETIES
None the less； these young girls filled this grave house with charming souvenirs。
At certain hours childhood sparkled in that cloister。
The recreation hour struck。
A door swung on its hinges。
The birds said； 〃Good； here e the children！〃
An irruption of youth inundated that garden intersected with a cross like a shroud。
Radiant faces； white foreheads； innocent eyes； full of merry light； all sorts of auroras； were scattered about amid these shadows。
After the psalmodies； the bells； the peals； and knells and offices； the sound of these little girls burst forth on a sudden more sweetly than the noise of bees。 The hive of joy was opened； and each one brought her honey。 They played； they called to each other； they formed into groups； they ran about； pretty little white teeth chattered in the corners；
the veils superintended the laughs from a distance； shades kept watch of the sunbeams； but what mattered it？
Still they beamed and laughed。 Those four lugubrious walls had their moment of dazzling brilliancy。 They looked on； vaguely blanched with the reflection of so much joy at this sweet swarming of the hives。
It was like a shower of roses falling athwart this house of mourning。
The young girls frolicked beneath the eyes of the nuns； the gaze of impeccability does not embarrass innocence。
Thanks to these children； there was； among so many austere hours； one hour of ingenuousness。
The little ones skipped about； the elder ones danced。
In this cloister play was mingled with heaven。
Nothing is so delightful and so august as all these fresh； expanding young souls。
Homer would have e thither to laugh with Perrault； and there was in that black garden； youth； health； noise； cries； giddiness； pleasure； happiness enough to smooth out the wrinkles of all their ancestresses； those of the epic as well as those of the fairy…tale； those of the throne as well as those of the thatched cottage from Hecuba to la Mere…Grand。
In that house more than anywhere else； perhaps； arise those children's sayings which are so graceful and which evoke a smile that is full of thoughtfulness。
It was between those four gloomy walls that a child of five years exclaimed one day： 〃Mother！ one of the big girls has just told me that I have only nine years and ten months longer to remain here。
What happiness！〃
It was here； too； that this memorable dialogue took place：
A Vocal Mother。
Why are you weeping； my child？
The child （aged six）。 I told Alix that I knew my French history。 She says that I do not know it； but I do。
Alix； the big girl （aged nine）。 No； she does not know it。
The Mother。
How is that； my child？
Alix。
She told me to open the book at random and to ask her any question in the book； and she would answer it。
〃Well？〃
〃She did not answer it。〃
〃Let us see about it。
What did you ask her？〃
〃I opened the book at random； as she proposed； and I put the first question that I came across。〃
〃And what was the question？〃
〃It was； ‘What happened after that？'〃
It was there that that profound remark was made anent a rather greedy paroquet which belonged to a lady boarder：
〃How well bred！ it eats the top of the slice of bread and butter just like a person！〃
It was on one of the flagstones of this cloister that there was once picked up a confession which had been written out in advance； in order that she might not forget it； by a sinner of seven years：
〃Father； I accuse myself of having been avaricious。
〃Father； I accuse myself of having been an adulteress。
〃Father； I accuse myself of having raised my eyes to the gentlemen。〃
It was on one of the turf benches of this garden that a rosy mouth six years of age improvised the following tale； which was listened to by blue eyes aged four and five years：
〃There were three little cocks who owned a country where there were a great many flowers。
They plucked the flowers and put them in their pockets。
After that they plucked the leaves and put them in their playthings。
There was a wolf in that country； there was a great deal of forest； and the wolf was in the forest； and he ate the little cocks。〃
And this other poem：
〃There came a blow with a stick。
〃It was Punchinello who bestowed it on the cat。
〃It was not good for her； it hurt her。
〃Then a lady put Punchinello in prison。〃
It was there that a little abandoned child； a foundling whom the convent was bringing up out of charity； uttered this sweet and heart…breaking saying。
She heard the others talking of their mothers； and she murmured in her corner：
〃As for me； my mother was not there when I was born！〃
There was a stout portress who could always be seen hurrying through the corridors with her bunch of keys； and whose name was Sister Agatha。
The big big girlsthose over ten years of age called her Agathocles。
The refectory； a large apartment of an oblong square form； which received no light except through a vaulted cloister on a level with the garden； was dark and damp； and； as the children say； full of beasts。 All the places round about furnished their contingent of insects。
Each of its four corners had received； in the language of the pupils； a special and expressive name。
There was Spider corner； Caterpillar corner； Wood…louse corner； and Cricket corner。
Cricket corner was near the kitchen and was highly esteemed。 It was not so cold there as elsewhere。
From the refectory the names had passed to the boarding…school； and there served as in the old College Mazarin to distinguish four nations。
Every pupil belonged to one of these four nations according to the corner of the refectory in which she sat at meals。
One day Monseigneur the Archbishop while making his pastoral v