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"I thank you, Father, and I shall consider what you have said to me.
Will you pray for me that I may be guided aright?"
"Surely, my daughter," replied the Father, and laying his hands on her
head as Apolinaria knelt before him, continued in slow, measured tones:
"May the Mother of God help you to choose that which will ever be most
pleasing and acceptable to her Son, our Lord Jesus Christ."
"Amen," whispered Apolinaria.
During the next few days Apolinaria thought of Father Pujol's words. It
was a great disappointment to her to give up her long-cherished plan;
but from the moment of leaving the Father she knew in her heart what the
outcome would be. Yet it cost her a pang of regret as she thought of the
quiet walls in Mexico which she used to look upon with a hush of awe,
and dream of the lives of peace and holiness passed behind them. But she
was not one to grieve long over what cost some tears to resign, and soon
was, heart and soul, absorbed once more in whatever her hand found to
do. Father Pujol having suggested the plan to her, she now, for the
first time, took up the study of nursing at the mission hospital,
instructed by the two sisters who had come with her and the other
children some years before, and who had remained at the mission.
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