“In the message alone I believe I was most concerned; but the message was most eloquently delivered by the messenger,” said Salome, as her pale cheeks flushed.

“Well, my daughter, go on in what you were about to say.”

“Holy mother, that message, so earnestly spoken, has moved me to greater diligence in what I have purposed to do.  You know that I have intended to take the vail in this convent, and devote my life and my fortune to good works.”

“Yes, my child, I know that such has been your pious purpose.  What then?”

“I wish to use all diligence in carrying out that purpose.  I wish to enter upon my novitiate immediately.”

“My good daughter, far be it from me to throw any stumbling-block in the way of such praise-worthy intentions; but the strict rules of our order require that a postulant should remain in the convent twelve calendar months, to test her vocation, before she is suffered to bind herself by any vows,” said the abbess, very gravely.

“As if my vocation had not been sufficiently tested,” sighed Salome.

“It may have been so, my daughter.  This probation may not be necessary in your case, yet we can make no exception to our rules even in your favor.  You will, therefore, if you wish, remain with us for one year, unfettered by any vows.  At the end of this year of probation, if you shall still desire to do so, you may be permitted to take the white vail and commence your novitiate.  In the meantime you need not, and ought not, to be idle.  You may be as zealous and diligent in good works while a postulant as you possibly could be as a white-vailed novice or a black-vailed nun.”

“Show me how I may be so, holy mother, and I will bless you,” exclaimed Salome.

“I will very gladly be your guide, my child.  Listen, Salome.  Hitherto, you have been very charitable in giving alms.  You have given liberally of your means; but you have never yet given your personal services to the poor and needy.  That was not our Lord’s way, whose servants we are.  He gave alms, indeed, and he performed miracles to supply them, as in the case of the loaves and fishes; but most of all, better than all, He gave His personal ministrations; He taught the ignorant; He anointed the eyes of the blind; He laid His hands on the leper; He shrank from no personal contact with disease, however loathsome; distress, however ignominious; nor must we, His children, do so.  We must give our personal services to the poor.”

“Tell me what to do, and how to do it, good mother, and I will gladly obey your instructions.  Tell me, for I am so very ignorant.”

“To-morrow, the Monday before Christmas, you may go with me the rounds of our asylums and schools, and see for yourself destitute old age, destitute childhood and abandoned infancy; and you may choose your work among these poor, needy, helpless ones,” said the abbess, gravely.

“And are laborers wanted in that vineyard, mother?”