"If any kind people could be found to receive her into their
family, and bring her up like a Christian, I should hand her over
with the greatest of pleasure. If there is one thing I do not
require in this house, it is an idle and irresponsible female.
But philanthropists are rare. Who will take her?"
"I'm afraid I'm not prepared to do that."
"I never dreamed of having the bad taste to propose it," said I.
"I merely stated the only alternative to my guardianship."
"I should be willing--only too willing--to contribute towards her
support," said Mr. Robinson.
I thanked him. But of course this was impossible. I might as
well have allowed the good man to pay my gas bill.
"I know of a nice convent home kept by the Little Sisters of St.
Bridget," said he, tentatively.
"If it were St. Bridget herself," said I, "I would agree with
pleasure. She is a saint for whom I have a great fascination.
She could work miracles. When an Irish chieftain made her a
facetious grant of as much land as she could cover with her
mantle, she bade four of her nuns each take a corner and run
north, west, south and east, until her cloak covered several
roods.
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