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#1: The Three Stories - completed, 11th Oct Author: Lulu, Location: West Midlands, UK

Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 1:22 am
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Part one of three, set during New House - this is something I always wish EBD had written.

“My children, please listen.” Mademoiselle Lapattre’s clear tones rang out through the garden, where the school was assembled, and more than one of the smallest listeners wriggled excitedly. Even Joey Bettany, who, as Head Girl, should have been more properly behaved, leaned over to whisper to her neighbour, “I’m prepared to waggle my ears if it helps me to listen!” She subsided hurriedly, however, after a glare from Miss Annersley reminded her that she was supposed to be a role model for the younger girls.

Mademoiselle consulted the sheets of paper in her hand. The mistresses from each house had helped to write the stories of the three saints – wisely considering that the story of Saint Agnes, at least, was unsuitable in its entirety for young girls – and Mademoiselle, as Headmistress, would read them to the girls. “As you all know, we have chosen three Saints to be patrons of our School – hereafter, we shall have a ‘house’ system. Juniors will belong to the house of little Saint Agnes, Middles to Saint Clare, and Seniors to that of Ste Thérèse de Lisieux. We felt that you should know something about each Saint, and so this evening, you will hear the stories of their lives.

“We will start with the story of Saint Agnes.” She smiled upon her listeners. “Are any of you able to tell me anything about her history?”

Frieda shyly raised her hand. “She refused to marry, I believe.”

“That is true – and that is the reason behind her martyrdom.” Mademoiselle cast a brief look at her papers. “La petite Agnes lived during the reign of the Romans. She was a member of the nobility, and raised as a Christian by her family. They named her Agnes, meaning ‘lamb’. Have you all heard the legend about la petite and the lamb?” Most of the older girls nodded, but some of the Juniors looked uncertain.

“Saint Agnes was put to death at the age of thirteen – thirteen, my children! Her crime was the refusal to marry. The son of a Roman prefect encountered her one day, and fell in love with her. However, the young girl was devoted to her Lord – so much so that she refused marriage. She told her suitor, ‘With His ring, my Lord Jesus Christ has betrothed me. He has adorned me with the bridal crown. I love Christ, into whose chamber I shall enter, whose Mother is a virgin, whose Father knows not woman, whose music and melody are sweet to my ears. When I love Him, I remain chaste; when I touch Him, I remain pure; when I possess Him, I remain a virgin.’

“Symphronius, her would-be suitor, was angered. He mentioned the situation to his father, and Agnes was arrested, and placed in servitude.” There were soft gasps from around the garden. “You are shocked, yes? That is how it should be. But le bon Dieu was good to our little Saint. Any who were prepared to take advantage of the girl were struck blind. However, she was then accused of sorcery – a severe crime, for which the only penalty was death.”

“But – she was only a little child!” Joyce Linton broke out, involuntarily.

Mademoiselle nodded. “It was wrong of them, ma chere. The little Saint Agnes had committed no crime, which is why her martyrdom so affected Christendom. Even at the stake, the Lord was good to her. He refused to let the flames consume her – those of you who have read Foxe’s Book of Martyrs will understand the horror of being burnt alive.” Jo Bettany shuddered at the memory of some of the passages in that book, and Mademoiselle hastened to move on. “Our Father put the flames out, and the child was beheaded.”

“Oh!” It came in a collective gasp from the girls, and some of the Juniors looked near to tears.

“My children, the death was quick. She would have felt no pain,” Mademoiselle reassured her flock. “She was with her Lord. And, even after her death, she showed her goodness. She appeared to comfort her grieving parents, eight days after her execution. And this is where the legend originates from, as she was accompanied with a lamb, as well as a train of young women. Ever since, she has been seen as a symbol of maidenhood and purity. She is the patron saint both of young girls and betrothed couples.” Here, Marie von Eschenau blushed rosy red – inexplicably, or so her friends thought. “We remember her on the twenty-first of January, the anniversary of her death.”

“Mes petites, it is said of her that she ‘went to the place of execution more cheerfully than others go to their wedding’. Juniors, take from your patron her determined belief in what is right. Be thankful for the freedoms in your world – you will never be forced into such a life, at such a young age. And, above all, know that there is no need of fear, not when you love God.” There was passion in her voice, and her listeners were stirred by it – indeed, in the years to come, some of her hearers were reminded of those words when they were forced to flee, and felt comforted by the faith of the then-frail Headmistress, and the child martyr.

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#2: The three stories Author: Fiona Mc, Location: Bendigo, Australia

Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 2:40 am
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This is really good and so moving. I don't know much about the three saints at all so thanks for writing it.

#3: Author: Kate, Location: Ireland

Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 8:34 am
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Thank you so much, Lulu. I'm really looking forward to the rest, that was amazing.

#4: Author: leahbelle, Location: Kilmarnock

Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 9:21 am
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This is lovely, Lulu. I'm another who knows next to nothing about the saints, so this is really interesting.

#5: Author: Ruth B, Location: Oxford, UK

Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 9:38 am
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Lovely Lulu, thank you.

SLOC has just bought me the Oxford Dictionary of the Saints and it makes fascinating reading.

#6: Author: MaryR, Location: Cheshire

Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 7:07 pm
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Although I did know most of that, Lulu, having been brought up on such stories, you wrote it very poignantly, intertwining it as you did with little glimpses of the CS characters.

Thank you.

#7: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 12:20 am
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Thank you Lulu, that was very clearly realised - and that poignant reference to Mademoiselle, and what lay ahead for so many of them....

#8: Author: Miranda, Location: Perth, Western Australia

Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 10:06 am
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What a lovely little history!! I've heard bits and pieces of saint's lives, but not told as well as this Smile

Can't wait to learn about the others...

#9: Author: CatherineS, Location: Smalltown, West of Scotland

Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 11:22 am
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That was lovely, thank-you, Lulu. I enjoyed it very much - I didn't know much about the saints.

#10: Author: Squirrel, Location: St-Andrews or Dunfermline

Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 2:02 pm
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What a wonderful idea Lulu. I look forwards to the rest in due course. It makes a stunning story, and I can imagine that the whole of this drabble will be just lovely - challenging I am sure, but lovely.

#11: Author: Dawn, Location: Leeds, West Yorks

Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 2:39 pm
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that was lovely - you really made me feel like I was sat in the garden with them

#12: Author: Pado, Location: Connecticut, USA

Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 6:03 pm
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I didn't know any of these details - Shocked

- presumably you can't turn out to be a spineless jellyfish if you're raised on lives of the saints.

#13: Author: Lulu, Location: West Midlands, UK

Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 7:08 pm
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Thank you for the lovely comments! I admit that I was a little nervous about posting this; I wasn't sure if it was too "lessony". It's also a chance for me to research some of the facts about the lives of the saints that I've forgotten.

Today is an appropriate day to post this part - the feast of St Clare's remains being transferred is celebrated on October 3rd by her Order.

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Mademoiselle gave her girls a few moments for silent reflection before continuing. “Next comes the story of the Middles’ patron, Saint Clare. What do you know about this saint, mes petites?”

Bianca, whose sister Luigia was soon to take her final vows and join the Poor Clares, was well-researched in the subject. “She was a friend to Francesco of Assisi, and followed the example he set by founding the Franciscans when she founded the Poor Clares.”

Mademoiselle smiled upon the Italian girl. “This subject has special significance for you, Bianca, does it not?” For the benefit of those girls who did not know, she explained. “Luigia di Ferrara has taken the veil of the novitiate, and is anticipating the autumn, when she shall become one of those following in the footsteps of Saint Clare. So you see that the lives and examples of the saints are not distant at all – Luigia is a mere three years older than some of our seniors. This is a path that is accessible to you, if you feel God’s Call.” The garden was silent: many of the girls were in awe of the choice that a contemporary of theirs had made. For all their respect of the child-saints, Luigia was far more real to them, and unconsciously, through her example, inspired at least one of her former schoolmates: Robin Humphries, at present a very little girl at the Annexe on the Sonnalpe, had an inkling of her Calling that was only strengthened by the story of Luigia. When Mademoiselle gave a brief talk to the Annexe on the lives of the saints, the story touched the Robin’s heart.

“Saint Clare,” Mademoiselle began, “was born in Assisi – yes, the same place where Francois d’Assise lived. She, like la petite Agnes, was a noblewoman – her father was a count. He owned a palace in Assisi, as well as a castle. But we are told that young Clare cared nothing for these. She spent long hours praying, even as a child, and her reward came when, at eighteen years, she met Saint Francis and heard him preach. Those of you who were with us last summer – consider how you felt about the Passion Play, and the devout faith of those actors. Did it impress you?” There was a murmur of assent. “Consider, then, how impressed Clare must have been by the words of Saint Francis, he who was called the devil’s opposite number.

“Clare and Saint Francis became friends, and she told him of her dearest wish to ‘live after the manner of the Holy Gospel’. He promised his assistance, and provided help when she left her father’s house to come to him and his followers, on the twentieth day of March, 1212. She renounced her rich clothing, and allowed Francis to cut her hair. Dressed in a thick veil and rough dress, she pledged her life to Our Lord and joined the Benedictine nuns in San Paolo.”

“How glorious,” Jo breathed to Frieda. “Such a transformation.”

Frieda merely nodded, as Mademoiselle was continuing. “However, Clare’s father was not happy to discover that his daughter had run away, and Saint Francis moved her further away from her family home to save her. She lived in another Benedictine convent for a while, in Panzo, and it was there that her sister, Agnes, joined her. They lived there until Saint Francis was able to find lodging for the group that came to be known as the Poor Clares.

“Saint Frances provided Clare with a formula vitæ for her community. His message was, ‘Vivere secundum perfectionem sancti Evangelii’. Are any of you able to construe that?”

Gillian Linton raised a hand tentatively. “To live in perfect… conformity with the Holy Gospel?”

“Very good, Gillian,” her Headmistress replied, and Gillian glowed with the praise. “As you can see, it was not a strict rule, and any prospective nun should have done the same. Therefore, the rules of the Poor Clares were mainly established by Clare herself. On behalf of the community, she petitioned to the Pope – Gregory IX, at that time – that they have the privilege of poverty. The reply that she received is preserved at Santa Chiara in Assisi, bearing the signature of Gregory.”

“What did it say?” Sophie Hamel asked curiously, as Mademoiselle paused.

“The Holy Father of course assented – he told her that she and her followers need never be induced to receive possessions or money. And then, girls, he told her, ‘He who feeds the birds of the air and who gives the lilies of the field their raiment and their nourishment, will not leave you in want of clothing or of food until He shall come Himself to minister to you in eternity’. In other words, mes petites, despite poverty, God would care for her – as He will for anyone who asks.” Mademoiselle’s voice was even, and none of her listeners would have believed that she was near to tears. Her own poverty, before Madge Bettany had started the Chalet School, had been chronic, and she had more reason than most to be moved by the words of the late Pontiff. God was providing for her through the School, and she now had enough money saved for a comfortable retirement, as well as being able to assist with the education of her cousins, Simone and Renée Lecoutier.

“Not much is known of Clare’s later life. It is believed that, until her death, she never again left the confines of San Damiano, her convent, where the nuns were barefoot, ate no meat, and were mainly silent. She ruled as abbess there for nearly forty years – a long life in those days, mes petites,” she added, and the irreverent Evadne was moved to remark to Ilonka, her next-door neighbour, “A long one in these, too!” Mademoiselle, seeing this, who possessed a sense of humour as well as an understanding of girls, chuckled over it in private. Meanwhile, she continued. “We know that her sister Agnes followed her into the convent, as well as another sister, her mother, and her aunt. She had a very happy life – she was in the presence of both her God and her family.

“Not long before Clare’s death, Assisi was attacked by soldiers.” Many of the girls sat up excitedly at this. “Clare saved the lives of her holy sisters through prayer. Although she was very ill, she got up from her sick-bed and placed the Blessed Sacrament by the gates, where it was visible to the attackers, and she prayed. The evil ones fled immediately. She teaches us bravery, mes enfants, as well as humility and love.”

“Aren’t they thrilled by that?” Miss Stewart murmured laughingly to Miss Wilson, who nodded, looking in particular at the Middles, who were suddenly feeling very proud of their patron saint.

#14: Author: kimothy, Location: Glasgow

Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 7:49 pm
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thanks lulu

#15: Author: Kate, Location: Ireland

Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 7:57 pm
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Thank you Lulu. I didn't really know anything about St Clare before this, and found it really moving.

#16: Author: leahbelle, Location: Kilmarnock

Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 9:06 pm
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This is fantastic, Lulu. It's so well written. Really enjoying it.

Thanks! Laughing

#17: Author: Alison H, Location: Manchester

Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 9:12 pm
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Thanks Lulu.

#18: Author: Sarah_K, Location: St Albans

Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 9:29 pm
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Thank you for this Lulu, I remember looking up their stories when I was first reading the Chalet School series but they never really get old.

#19: The three stories Author: Fiona Mc, Location: Bendigo, Australia

Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 3:45 am
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Thanks Lulu. I love the reactions from the girls too.

#20: Author: Squirrel, Location: St-Andrews or Dunfermline

Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 7:22 am
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So *that's* what gave Robin the first idea about entering!

Thanks Lulu.

#21: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 11:59 am
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Thank you Lulu. it's lovely to hear the stories and see how the girls responded.

#22: Author: Amanda M, Location: Wakefield

Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 5:03 pm
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Thanks for this Lulu. It's lovely to know more of the background behind the saints.

#23: Author: patmac, Location: Yorkshire England

Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 6:43 pm
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Thanks Lulu. It's lovely to hear these in the context of the school.

#24: Author: LizB, Location: Oxon, England

Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 9:54 am
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Just found this Lulu - it's lovely to see the stories of the three saints - and you've woven the reactions of the girls (and staff) into them beautifully.

Thank you - looking forward to St. Therese Very Happy

#25: Author: Lulu, Location: West Midlands, UK

Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 12:35 am
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Apologies for the delay - I've been ill for the past few days and not felt up to doing much - it's the first time I've been ill and not with my parents - it's a bit of a shock, having to "stop" being ill to get meals ready or clean!

Anyway, this is part three of three. Thanks for the replies, and I hope you've enjoyed it. Smile

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“And finally,” Mademoiselle continued, “Comes Ste Thérèse de Lisieux. I am sure that you all know a little bit about her, thus I shall not ask what you know, but merely tell her story.” A few faces looked downcast at this – some of the girls had been hoping to air their knowledge of the French saint.

“She was born not so very long ago,” Mademoiselle told the girls. “In 1873 – and though to you that may seem to be a long-past date, recollect that many of your parents – and I, myself, mes filles – were born in the nineteenth century. Ste Thérèse, had she lived, would have been younger than many of your grandparents. She was born in Alençon, of which you may have heard in your history lessons?” She finished on a question, and many of the girls looked blankly at each other.

Miss Stewart stood up hurriedly. “The Fourths should certainly have heard of it, as we were discussing it only a fortnight ago,” she said, smiling. “The inhibitants of Alençon insulted William of Normandy – later William the Conqueror. Do any of you remember?”

Stacie Benson was the only one to reply. Due to an aching back, she had not been in the lesson of which Miss Stewart spoke, but she was an unquenchable reader, and also a lover of history. “He cut off their hands as revenge,” she informed her contemporaries, many of whom shuddered at the thought. Stacie, brought up on a diet of Greek and Roman mythology, was far less squeamish.

Mademoiselle didn’t let them dwell on that for too long, though. “That was not in Thérèse’s lifetime, however. She was the youngest child of Louis et Zélie-Marie Martin – there were nine children, but only five daughters survived childhood – Marie, Pauline, Céline, Léonie, and la petite Thérèse.”

“Nine!” Joey murmured, awe-struck, to Frieda. “What a family!”

“Both of Thérèse’s parents were religious – her father would have become a monk, had he learnt Latin. Her mother, not herself feeling the Call to become a nun, vowed at a young age to give her family to the Church. Oui,” she added, seeing the looks on some faces, “If the children had not wanted it to be so, or had it been a lesser vocation, it would have been stifling. But there are many ways of surrendering yourself to the Church and to God’s Will, mes enfants. Do you realise that marriage and the creation of a family is also a vocation, one which many of you will, I hope, choose? To comply with God’s Will is not simply to enter into His service. Those of you who marry and bring your children up in God’s Family are following His Will, as are those of you who will teach children and shape their lives in His Way. If you live a good life, if you love God and encourage others to do the same, you have given yourself to Him. These were, in essence, the ideas of Ste Thérèse.

“When Thérèse was four, her mother died, and her eldest sister Pauline became a substitute mother to her, as she was often unwell.” Mademoiselle noticed Joey sit up a little straighter as she listened. “Five years later, Pauline entered the Carmelite order of nuns. Within but a few months, Thérèse became very ill with a fever. Her sisters united in prayer for her, but she was not cured until she herself prayed to the statue of the Blessed Virgin. She saw the statue smile at her, and was instantly cured.

“Six years after Pauline’s entrance, her sister Marie followed. Thérèse tried to enter also, but was told that she was too young – she was but nine years old at her first attempt. She began to pray silently often. One of the main reasons that she prayed was because she was a very emotional child. She prayed to be released from the emotional outbursts that plagued her – for they showed her immaturity, and marked her as the child who would be unable to handle the life of a Carmelite. Eventually, the Lord came into her heart and freed her. She describes that moment as her conversion.” Simone, who had been an unhappily emotional child, smiled at this conclusion. She had never considered the possibility of Jesus freeing her from her emotions; she had believed that it was simply a curse that she had had to outgrow. Then again, she had never experienced the moment of conversion that Ste Thérèse described.

“Thérèse’s father took her to Rome, on un pelegrinage – a pilgrimage. There, she spoke with the Holy Father, and begged to be allowed to enter the Order. Although he preached patience, shortly afterwards, she was admitted, at the age of fifteen.”

“Fifteen?” repeated Margia Stevens, shocked.

“Oui, ma chère, fifteen – it would not be allowed today, and it was not generally allowed then. But la petite Thérèse was not an ordinary case. By speaking to the Holy Father, she had proved her devotion to her Calling, and so was allowed to become a Carmelite nun.” Mademoiselle paused at this happy interval, knowing that the next part of her story was a harsher reality than she would have liked to tell the children in her charge.

“Soon after her entrance, her father became very ill and was taken to an asylum. He began to hallucinate, and Thérèse only learnt about his illness through the malicious gossip of acquaintances. She was unable to visit him, and tried to find solace in prayer, but was unable to. She felt that her prayers were unanswered, and was grief-stricken, for before this, prayer was alive for her – as, indeed, it should be. ‘For me,’ she had said, ‘prayer is a surge of the heart; it is a simple look turned toward heaven, it is a cry of recognition and of love, embracing both trial and joy… I just tell our Lord all that I want and he understands.’” A lot of the younger girls sneaked looks at each other. They were too young as yet to understand the comfort that can come in prayer, although many of them were to learn within the following dark years, chiefly Maria Marani. However, many of the elder girls understood, particularly Frieda, who was thinking over the comfort she had received during her grief over die Grossmutter’s death, and Jo, who was reflecting on the dreadful week when she had believed that her beloved Robin was ill.

“This challenge to Thérèse’s faith only strengthened it, however, mes filles. She began to make sacrifices, feeling that they were her only way to do good. She wrote, ‘The only way I can prove my love is by scattering flowers and these flowers are every little sacrifice, every glance and word, and the doing of the least actions for love.’ And this, my children, is the message that we all wish for you to take away from Ste Thérèse. The smallest action can be great, if you do it with love for God. Thérèse was never able to perform any great action – she died when she was only twenty-four, of the disease that Dr Jem and his companions on the Sonnalpe are attempting to cure – but her small sacrifices, her little flowers, teach us more than any one action ever could.” She paused for a few moments, to allow the third and final story to be absorbed by her charges. “Mes filles, if you wish to read the story of the life of Ste Thérèse, we have ordered a copy for the library. Many of the mistresses have copies, if you wish to borrow, as will many of your contemporaries.” Here, Jo shot a grateful look at Simone, who had previously offered to lend her own.

In describing the ideas of Ste Thérèse, Mademoiselle unwittingly eased the consciences of many of the girls, who, upon hearing the stories of what other young women had done, had begun to doubt the relative strength of their own devotion to their God. Every girl at the Chalet School practised a form of Christianity, but, as more than one girl reflected to herself, it just wasn’t possible to carry out many of the actions of the saints nowadays. They were hardly likely to be threatened with servitude, or be able to save a nunnery from attack. These ideas were a comforting revelation, and every girl who had been there that afternoon thanked Mademoiselle sincerely for the three stories she had told.

#26: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 1:08 am
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That was beautifully done Lulu, both in the careful retelling of the story and also the revelations of character, and hints of the future. Loved Joey's reaction to the size of the family, and the irony of the comment on servitude in the last line....

#27: Author: Alison H, Location: Manchester

Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 6:43 am
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Thanks Lulu. Hope you're feeling better. From what I remember it was pretty common for people to feel ill during the first few weeks of the university year as all the different germs from different people/places were exchanged! It doesn't last though!

#28: Author: Ruth B, Location: Oxford, UK

Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 9:18 am
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Poor Lulu! Hope you've recovered from Freshers Flu.

That was a lovely story beautifully told.

#29: Author: patmac, Location: Yorkshire England

Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 9:38 am
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sorry to hear about the 'fresher flu'.

Beautiful stories and delightfully told in just the way I could imagine Mademoiselle telling them. Thank you.

#30: Author: leahbelle, Location: Kilmarnock

Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 4:18 pm
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These stories are all beautiful. Thank you for writing them!

#31: Author: Squirrel, Location: St-Andrews or Dunfermline

Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 4:34 pm
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That was a wonderfully touching story Lulu, thank you.

I love all the interactions you have going on, and the ways you have told the stories are just great.

I must admit, I think Jo's reaction to a family of just 8 is most amusing.

#32: The Three Stories Author: Fiona Mc, Location: Bendigo, Australia

Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 9:41 pm
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Have absolutely loved this and the girls reactions to what Mademoisell had to say. Hope your feeling better. Its pretty miserable being sick without someone taking care of you.

#33: Author: MaryR, Location: Cheshire

Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 6:38 pm
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As my second name is Theresa, St Therese was always my favourite Saint and the one I prayed to her for help as I was growing up. And yes, in her autobiography she always made the point that we can all do small things for God and others, with no need for heriocs.

Thank you so much for writing these down, Lulu, and for telling them so poignantly.

#34: Author: LizB, Location: Oxon, England

Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 12:22 pm
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Lovely.

Thank you Lulu

#35: Author: Josie, Location: London

Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 5:21 pm
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Wonderful. Thanks, Lulu. Very Happy

#36: Author: Loryat,

Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 1:33 pm
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I really liked these, and it was interesting to learn the stories of the saints, since the only one I knew was Clare (she was my confirmation saint). I loved the details you put in too, especially the ones about Bianca. I think it is so sweet that she wants to have 'Santa Chiara' as the Senior house saint, but I never realised until I read your drabble that it must partly have been because of Luigia.

#37: Author: Mrs Redboots, Location: London, UK

Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 3:30 pm
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I've only just found this, and read it at a sitting! Many thanks - that was lovely, and very much "in character", too.

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