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in the joy that glowed like a beacon in her round and shining face。
Then they went to the park； or sometimes to the wharf； where they ate hot shrimp or crabs； swimming in garlic； and her father drank beer； great foaming glasses of it； bought from the bootlegger who operated quite openly near the stands。 But only to wash away the smell of the garlic； of course。 Or sometimes； they went out to the zoo and he bought her a bag of peanuts to feed the elephant or the monkeys in their cages。 And they returned in the evening； and she was tired and sometimes asleep in her father's arms。 And the next day was Monday and she couldn't wait until it would be Sunday again。
No； nothing passed as quickly as the Sundays of your childhood。 And then she went to school； frightened at first of the sisters； who were stern and forbidding in their black habits。 Her small round face was serious above her white middy blouse and navy…blue guimpe。 But they taught you the catechism and you made your confirmation and lost your fear as bit by bit you accepted them as your teachers； leading you into a richer Christian life； and the happy Sundays of your childhood fled deeper and deeper into the dim recesses of your mind； until you hardly remembered them any more。
Jennie lay quietly on her sixteen…year…old bed； her ears sharpening to the sounds of the Sunday morning。 For a moment； there was only silence； then she heard her mother's shrill voice。 〃Mr。 Denton； for the last time； it's time to get up and go to Mass。〃
Her father's voice was husky； the words indistinguishable。 She could see him in her mind's eyes； lying unshaven and bloated with Saturday…night beer in his long woolen underwear； on the soft； wide bed； burying his face in the big pillow。 She heard her mother again。 〃But I promised Father Hadley ye'd e this Sunday for sure。 If ye have no concern for your own soul； at least have some for your wife's and daughter's。〃
She heard no reply； then the door slammed as her mother retreated to the kitchen。 Jennie swung her bare feet onto the floor； searching for her slippers。 She found them and stood up； the long white cotton nightgown trailing down to her ankles as she crossed the room。
She came out into the kitchen on her way to the bathroom and her mother turned from the stove。 〃Ye can wear the new blue bonnet I made for ye to Mass； Jennie darlin'。〃
〃Yes； Mother；〃 she said。
She brushed her teeth carefully； remembering what Sister Philomena had told the class in Hygiene。 Circular strokes with the brush； reaching up onto the gums； then down； would remove all the food particles that might cause decay。 She examined her teeth carefully in the mirror。 She had nice teeth。 Clean and white and even。
She liked being clean。 Not like many of the girls at Mercy High School； who came from the same poor neighborhood and bathed only once a week； on Saturdays。 She took a bath every night … even if she had to heat the water in the kitchen of the old tenement in which they lived。
She looked at her face out of her clear gray eyes and tried to imagine herself in the white cap and uniform of a nurse。 She'd have to make up her mind soon。 Graduation was next month and it wasn't every student who could get a scholarship to St。 Mary's College of Nursing。
The sisters liked her and she'd always received high marks throughout her attendance at Mercy。 Besides； Father Hadley had written Mother M。 Ernest； mending her for her devout attendance and service to the church； not like so many of the young ladies today； who spent more time in front of a mirror over their make…up than on their knees in church in front of their God。 Father Hadley had expressed the hope that the Good Mother would find a way to reward this poor deserving child for her devotion。
The scholarship to St。 Mary's was given each year to the one student whose record for religious and scholastic achievements was deemed the most worthy by a mittee headed by the Archbishop。 This year； it was to be hers； if she decided to bee a nurse。 This morning； after church； she'd have to present herself to Mother M。 Ernest； at the Sister House； to give her answer。
〃It is God's mercy you'll be dispensing；〃 Sister Cyril had said； after informing her of the mittee's choice。 〃But you will have to make the decision。 It may be that attending the sick and helpless is not your true vocation。〃
Sister Cyril had looked up at the girl standing quietly in front of her desk。 Already； Jennie was tall and slim； with the full body of a woman； and yet there was a quiet innocence in the calm gray eyes that looked back at her。 Jennie did not speak。 Sister Cyril smiled at her。 〃You have a week to make up your mind；〃 she said gently。 〃Go to the Sister House next Sunday after Mass。 Mother Mary Ernest will be there to receive your answer。〃
Her father had cursed angrily when he heard of the scholarship。 〃What kind of life is that for a child？ Cleaning out the bedpans of dirty old men？ The next thing you know； they'll talk her into being a nun。〃
He turned violently to her mother。 〃It's all your doing；〃 he shouted。 〃You and those priests you listen to。 What's so holy about taking a child with the juices of life just beginning to bubble inside of her and locking her away behind the walls of a convent？〃
Her mother's face was white。 〃It's blasphemy you're speaking； Thomas Denton；〃 she said coldly。 〃If only once you'd e and speak to the good Father Hadley； ye'd learn how wrong ye are。 And if our daughter should bee a religious； it's the proudest mother in Christendom I'd be。 What is wrong in giving your only child as a bride to Christ？〃
〃Aye；〃 her father said heavily。 〃But who'll be to blame when the child grows up and finds you've stolen from her the pleasures of being a woman？〃
He turned to Jennie and looked down at her。 〃Jennie Bear；〃 he said softly； 〃it's not that I object to your being a nurse if you want to。 It's that I want you to do and be whatever you want to be。 Your mother and I； we don't matter。 Even what the church wants doesn't matter。 It's what you want that does。〃 He sighed。 〃Do you understand； child？〃
Jennie nodded。 〃I understand； Papa。〃
〃Ye'll not be satisfied till ye see your daughter a whore；〃 her mother suddenly screamed at him。
He turned swiftly。 〃I'd rather see her a whore of her own free choice；〃 he snapped； 〃than driven to sainthood。〃
He looked down at Jennie； his voice soft again。 〃Do you want to bee a nurse； Jennie Bear？〃
She looked up at him with her clear gray eyes。 〃I think so； Papa。〃
〃If it's what you want； Jennie Bear；〃 he said quietly； 〃then I'll be content with it。〃
Her mother looked at him； a quiet triumph in her eyes。 〃When will ye learn ye cannot fight the Lord； Thomas Denton？〃
He started to answer； then shut his lips tightly and strode from the apartment。
Sister Cyril knocked at the heavy oaken door of the study。 〃e in；〃 called a strong； clear voice。 She opened the door and gestured to Jennie。
Jennie walked into the room hesitantly； Sister Cyril behind her。 〃This is Jennie Denton； Reverend Mother。〃
The middle…aged woman in the black garb of the Sisterhood looked up from her desk。 There was a half…finished cup of tea by her hand。 She studied the girl with curiously bright； questioning eyes。 After a moment； she smiled； revealing white； even teeth。 〃So you're Jennie Denton；〃 she said； holding out her hand。
Jennie curtsied quickly and kissed the ring on the finger of the Reverend Mother。 〃Yes； Reverend Mother。〃 She straightened up and stood in front of the desk stiffly。
Mother M。 Ernest smiled again； a hint of merriment ing into her eyes。 〃You can relax； child；〃 she said。 〃I'm not going to eat you。〃
Jennie smiled awkwardly。
The Reverend Mother raised a questioning eyebrow。 〃Perhaps you'd like a cup of tea？〃 she asked。 〃A cup of tea always makes me feel better。〃
〃That would be very nice；〃 Jennie said stiffly。
The Reverend Mother looked up and nodded at Sister Cyril。 〃I'll get it； Reverend Mother；〃 the nun said quickly。
〃And another cup for me； please？〃 Mother M。 Ernest turned back to Jennie。 〃I do love a good cup of tea。〃 She smiled。 〃And they do have that here。 None of those weak tea balls they use in the hospitals； real tea； brewed in