The two sisters turned to each other, smiling and hesitating, with "Which will you take?" and "No, it＇s for you to choose."
"I＇ll take the red, thank you," said Catherine in the spectacles. "I＇m so red myself. They＇ll comfort us on our way back to Rome."
"Ah, they won＇t last," cried the young girl. "I wish I could give you something that would last!"
"You＇ve given us a good memory of yourself, my daughter. That will last!"
"I wish nuns could wear pretty things. I would give you my blue beads," the child went on.
