Life is not easy for Sister Marie. She finds that her thought is in error. A captive face haunting the mirror discomforts her. She listens intently to Father McKee as he tells her that faith is a blessing. And she worries that he might be guessing his irony. It would be nice just to live like a lady and to have someone to marry. It would be nice to have someone to care for, someone to care when I'm buried. Deathly presenting a semblance of ease, she fulfills her various duties until all the changes she goes through have wearied her. She writes to her sister at school in the East to inquire how she is progressing and startles herself by confessing her jealousy. It would be nice just to live like a lady and to have someone to marry. It would be nice to have someone to care for, someone to care when I'm buried. Life is not easy for Sister Marie. She finds that her thought is in error. A captive face haunting the mirror discomforts her. It would be nice just to live like a lady and to have someone to marry. It would be nice to have someone to care for, someone to care when I'm buried. It would be nice just to live like a lady and to have someone to marry. It would be nice to have someone to care for, someone to care when I'm buried. It would be nice just to live like a lady and to have someone to marry. It would be nice to have someone to care for, someone to care when I'm buried. It would be nice just to live like a lady...