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IISTER GEORGE and Sister Edgar were walking in the convent garden. They had been there less than five minutes, but already, from the little balconies that hung on the gray walls of the old building, wistful eyes watched them. The pupils had always found an inspiration in the fact that the two most popular nuns at St. Mary's were ideal friends and took a daily stroll together in the twilight. May Iverson had written a poem on the subject, and another pupil with artistic tendencies had done the best work of her school life in a sketch which showed the Sisters sitting side by side on the rustic seat in their favorite arbor. Of late this school-girl admiration and interest had been intensified by the foreboding that Sister Edgar could enjoy these evening outings very little longer.

The pupils found the setting for the striking figures as attractive as the young nuns themselves. On three sides spread the wings of the