Maid of the Abbey #938908

“It’s a rapturous prospect!” Lindy sighed, as she lay in bed on the first morning of the holiday—holidays which meant a new beginning for her, for she was just seventeen and she was not going back to school. “But I wish Nan had told me more about it. Things seemed such a rush last night.”
She looked at her sleeping sister in the other bed. Anne was eight years older than herself, and she had been working for some time. The question was—what work was Lindy going to do? Some job would be necessary, and she knew what she wanted to do—what she would give all the world to do. But Nan was sure it was impossible.
“We’ll see about that!” Lindy vowed. “If you want a thing badly enough—and I do!—you ought to be able to get it!”