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HIS is a story you must not publish, because it seems so improbable. Persons who don't know anything about convent life—and, for that matter, those who think they know all about it—will say it could not have happened. But, as it did happen right under my own eyes, and I helped it along all I could, I can testify that every word of it is true.

Of course, I cannot tell it in a dramatic way, as writers do; so I will jot down the facts in the best English I know, and if you decide to use it, you may change and polish it up as much as you please. Then if people say it didn't happen, why, just send them to me.

To begin at the beginning. The episode, if that is what it should be called, occurred last year, a few months before I was graduated. I was up to my eyes in work, for, besides the regular course, I had taken French and music and all the other extras, and we were having