My new lesson was of another
sort.
Two or three days passed, and then came Sunday. It was never a
comfortable day at Mme. Ricard's. We all went to church of
course, under the care of one or other of the teachers; and we
had our choice where to go. Miss Babbitt went to a
Presbyterian church. Miss Maria to a high Episcopal. Mme.
Jupon attended a little French Protestant chapel; and Mlle.
Genevieve and Mme. Ricard went to the Catholic church. The
first Sunday I had gone with them, not knowing at all whither.
I found that would not do; and since then I had tried the
other parties. But I was in a strait; for Miss Maria's church
seemed to me a faded image of Mlle. Genevieve's; the
Presbyterian church which Miss Babbitt went to was stiff and
dull; I was not at home in either of them, and could not
understand or enjoy what was spoken. The very music had an air
of incipient petrification, if I can speak so about sounds. At
the little French chapel I could as little comprehend the
words that were uttered.
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