Diary: Jean McGarry, A Girls’ Education

I liked walking the nuns home from school, holding their bags, hoping for a glimpse of their chilly, varnished cave and its holdings. They walked in pairs, briskly, in tent-like cloaks and flimsy veils. I trotted beside them, or behind, but they were already tunneling into their privacy, after a day spent prosing and scolding from a desk propped on an oak platform.

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