Mother Mabel Digby; Fifth Superior General of the Society of the Sacred Heart, 1835-1911

Mother Mabel Digby; Fifth Superior General of the Society of the Sacred Heart, 1835-1911

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1916 edition. Excerpt: ...not infrequently made herself my playmate; and such a one, I thought, as understood better than any one else in the world the joys of hide-and-seek. Countless were the games of cricket I played in her room, her coal scuttle for wicket, the coal shovel for bat, and her wool for my ball. Oh! the delight it was to be with her in the garden, weeding or planting or the like; learning to root up with a steady gentle pull the dandelions with their long tapering roots, or tear up as a trial in strength the young saplings growing out of place. Sometimes I would lure her into the boat on the pond, and pretend I was rowing her round the world; at other times she would tell me to bring out my stilts, and, when mounted, dare me to cross some fence or other obstacle; even to walk through the pond on them, which feat, however, ended in a drenching and an attempt at a swim. What would I not have ventured indeed in order to win 'well done' from her? It was such a word as this, coming from her, I think, that went further than anything else to inculcate into us children that fearlessness that seemed a special gift of hers to inspire. "Perhaps nothing appealed so strongly to my admiration as her courage. I had seen her, lying back in her chair, white and motion less with pain, yet no word or sigh escaping her, and as I watched, I wondered at her endurance. "I myself had such difficulty in rising early for mass, that dispensation was readily granted me to sleep on. It was on one of these occasions that Mother Digby chanced to pass through the dormitory. The bell for the late risers had gone, but I had not yet disturbed myself. Gently pulling aside the curtain of my cubicle, she looked at me for a moment, and then said, as she passed...
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  • 189 x 246 x 7mm | 249g
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1236981898
  • 9781236981899