beautiful? Mine are so skinny!" 

 There was a burst of music, and the chorus waved their arms with the regularity of the twist of aspen leaves, when rain is coming. 

 Cecilia gasped. Then she sat breathless, watching every motion on the stage. A fat priest sat looking down at her. Once he took off his glasses and polished them. Something was making them misty. 

 The curtain went down. Cecilia gasped again, then she told of the awful, humiliating sick-cat episode, and of her disgrace in accepting a "choclut soda," and a pink sundae with whipped cream on top. Father McGowan was very understanding. He did not think it was a sin. In fact he was quite violently sure it was not. He grew very red in the face. 

 "What is the matter with that woman?" he asked in an entirely new, and really horribly stern tone. Cecilia didn't answer. Her startled eyes recalled him.  "By George!" he said. "I forgot the candy!" and he produced from a coat pocket the most beautiful box. 

 "Oh," said Cecilia, "oh!"  She smiled up into Father McGowan's face, and then added, "I can put that ribbon in a chemise. Oh, dear Father McGowan!" 

 "What is a priest to do," asked Father McGowan, "when all his inclinations are to kiss a young lady's hand?" 

 "I am so happy!" said Cecilia. Father McGowan put his other hand on the small one that lay in his. Cecilia tightened her little fingers about his thumb. 

 Father McGowan pushed away his plate. The chops were underdone, the potatoes soggy. 

 "Here's yer coffee," said Mrs. Fry. She was a perfect person for the housekeeper of a priest, being so visited with warts and a lemon expression that questioning her morals was impossible. Father McGowan stirred the coffee, then took a sip. He sighed.  "Well,", he thought, "at least it makes fasting easier!" 

 In the hall of the rectory were twelve people. They were all shabby, and a boy of eleven sniffed with a wonderful regularity. They were all waiting to see a fat priest. A girl with sullen eyes and once pretty face looked around with defiant assurance. Opposite her on the wall hung a carved wood crucifix. When her eyes met that, she shrank, and then she'd look away, and again be sullenly brazen. 

 A well-dressed man rang the bell. The warted housekeeper answered it. 

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