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De Daumier-Smith’s Blue Period

           WhenIgotmysightback,thegirlhadgonefromthewindow,leavingbehindherashimmeringfieldofexquisite,twice-blessed,enamelflowers.

           Ibackedawayfromthewindowandwalkedaroundtheblocktwice,tillmykneesstoppedbuckling.Then,withoutdaringtoventureanotherlookintotheshopwindow,Iwentupstairstomyroomandlaydownonmybed.Someminutes,orhourslater,Imade,inFrench,thefollowingbriefentryinmydiary:"IamgivingSisterIrmaherfreedomtofollowherowndestiny.Everybodyisanun."(Toutlemondeestunenonne.)

           Beforegoingtobedforthenight,Iwroteletterstomyfourjust-expelledstudents,reinstatingthem.Isaidamistakehadbeenmadeintheadministrationdepartment.Actually,thelettersseemedtowritethemselves.Itmayhavehadsomethingtodowiththefactthat,beforesittingdowntowrite,I’dbroughtachairupfromdownstairs.

           Itseemsaltogetheranticlimactictomentionit,butLesAmisDesVieuxMaitrescloseddownlessthanaweeklater,forbeingimproperlylicensed(fornotbeinglicensedatall,asamatteroffact).IpackedupandjoinedBobby,mystepfather,inRhodeIsland,whereIspentthenextsixoreightweeks,tillartschoolreopened,investigatingthatmostinterestingofallsummer-activeanimals,theAmericanGirlinShorts.

           Rightorwrong,IneveragaingotintouchwithSisterIrma.

           Occasionally,IstillhearfromBambiKramer,though.ThelastIheard,she’dbranchedoverintodesigningherownChristmascards.They’llbesomethingtosee,ifshehasn’tlosthertouch.

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