happening? Books seemed to be falling by dozens off the roof a few feet over our heads! Was this just a part of our inheritance, and would this recur each night for our late entertainment. Thank goodness, whatever it was, it was on the outside, so we decided to go to sleep and let our good angels perform their appointed task. The following morning the janitor informed us that the ladder had fallen off the roof during the night. Was this strange and untimely salute in honor or in horror of our installation in the school?? While we lived in the school-building for the first seven weeks there was no heat except during school hours. The furnace was lit at 8 a.m. and allowed to die out at 3 p.m. We rose at five o'clock in those days, according to our Rule. Mass was at seven o'clock each week-day morning. Whether we remain¬ ed at the school for the two hours or spent most of that time in the church, we were cold, very, very cold at times. Yet through all these weeks neither of the pioneers developed the slightest cold, a clear and heart-warming proof that a loving Father in heaven was mindful of His children. North Rustico has a very special place in the hearts of these two pioneer Sisters. It might well be that the unusual hardships endured, the deep sharing of poverty, of the family joys and sorrows of the beloved people, united all hearts as nothing else could have done. Electricity was not brought into the village of Rustico until a year after our arrival there in 1940. There was running water in the school, but cold water only. In mid-October our morning abolutions were not really anything to look forward to so one of our greatest joys was to get to the convent in South Rustico on week-ends. One Friday evening, as we were departing for "South", Miss Gallant , a companion teacher, compassionating our plight, vowed that, upon our return, we would enjoy heat in the evenings. It happened that after the summer Parish picnic a small stove had been left in the little room on one side of the stage opposite our bedroom. This heater, she promised, would henceforth be lit every evening for our benefit. There was coal in the cellar! We left for this particular week-end with very happy anticipations of the "homey" atmosphere that would greet our return. Alas, it was on this very week¬ end that the owner of the stove decided that his own house could stand more comfort, so he removed the heater, unwittingly shattering our hopes for cozy evenings. However, much better things were in store. The next day our good Pastor invited us to come to his rectory where a bedroom and living room were put at our use until the Christmas holidays after which the convent would be ready for occupancy. The parish house was quite filled up with Fr. McNeil, Germaine Doucette, the housekeeper, along with Helen Gallant and the principal, Lawrence Doucette , and the two sisters. 62