I was met at a country station by a springiest buggy drawn by a decrepit looking nag and driven by an ancient man who must have been eighty if a day. "After another dusty journey of perhaps ten minutes we arrived at a village containing about thirty houses; on a hill beyond I saw what was to be my home, a large gray stone set of buidlings im- posingly set upon the highest hill in the neighbor- hood. "As we drew up to the gate it was opened by two nuns in habit and I had to descend at the gate and walk in, my baggage was taken by the nuns and the bugyg drove off. I was taken to the superior's office and mt there a fine mOtherly old woman whom I liked at our first meeting, and who in my memory I still cherish. After the usual registry and questions, I was taken by a young novitiate and shown my room. "I was informed that my room-mate a girl from Madrid, was not expected until the next day. My trunks and Other baggage was in the room and my escort offered to help unpack and get things in order. I accepted her invitation and soon I was comfortably set in my new home. During the un-packing this little nun asked me countless questions about America, and until I left I was held in awe by her and some of the Other inmates, because I came from that great land across the sea
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