ABSTRACT
Victoire, who gave constant exercise to the benevolent feelings of the amiable nun, became every day / more dear to her. Far from having the selfishness of a favourite, Victoire loved to bring into public notice the good actions of her companions. ‘Stoop down your ear to me, sister Frances,’ said she, ‘and I will tell you a secret — I will tell you why my friend Annette is growing so thin — I found it out this morning — she does not eat above half her soup every day. Look, there’s her porringer covered up in the corner she carries it home to her mother, who is sick, and who has not bread to eat.’
