earth-crevice by the hidden spring a sufficient refuge, and rejoices in it, but the sea-grass that has all its life tossed in the surges would think that a very dull sort of existence.  There are human violets in the world, and human sunflowers and poppies, and doves also, and apes and alligators; and some of them come within one of being inhuman; and sometimes that one drops out, and the inhuman swallows up the human.

Maud was the mourning dove seeking its bower of shade:  she used to fancy herself a nun, and followed the prescribed duties of the house as faithfully as Sister Grace herself.  She knelt in the little chapel of the convent till her back ached and her knees were lame, but it was a never-failing joy in time of trouble, and her time of tremble had come.  Maud said many prayers before an altar of exceeding loveliness, where fresh flowers seemed to breathe forth an unusual fragrance.  There was a statue of the Virgin, said to possess some miraculous qualities:  tradition whispered that on two or three occasions the expression on the face of the statue had been seen to change visibly.  Maud heard of this, and was very eager to witness the miracle, for it was thought to be nothing less than miraculous by the good Sisters.  She bowed before the altar for hours, and dreamed of the marble face till she seemed to see its features smiling upon her and its small, slim hand beckoning her back to prayer.  She grew nervous and pale and almost ill with watching and waiting, and at last was found prostrate and insensible at the foot of the statue, overcome with excitement and exhaustion.  When she grew better she vowed she had seen the head bowing to her, and the hands spread over her in benediction:  no one could deny it, for she was alone in the chapel.  After that there was a feast of lilies at the convent, and Maud became Sister Somebody or other, and never again set foot beyond the great gates of the convent wall.

The consecration was doubtless a blessing to her, for she was happy in her new home, and found a sphere of usefulness that employed her hours to the best advantage.  Moreover, she grew to be a sensible nun, and ceased to look for supernatural demonstrations in the neighborhood of the chapel.  She grew hearty, and was cheerful, and sang at her work, and prayed with more honesty and less sentiment.  Her life was as placid as a river whose waters are untroubled by tempestuous winds, and upon her bosom light cares, like passing barges, left but a momentary wake.

As Maud mused in her cell one day, through the narrow barred window she caught a glimpse of the burnished sea bearing upon its waves a weather-beaten barque inward bound.  There was danger that her mind might wander off, piloted by her dreamy and worshipful eyes.  She arose, drew across the opening a leathern curtain, and returned with undisturbed complacence to her prayers.

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