Off we spun into traffic which held my undivided attention. I don't remember any conversation during our "flight", if indeed there was any, but we soon egressed into the most serene and beautiful countryside.

Following a delightful drive, of what I can remember to have been approximately forty-five minutes, we arrived at their convent, which appeared to sit on top of a mountain. I later learned the convent was the motherhouse of their order.

After being given the opportunity to freshen up, a different nun guided me into a large room--actually a library. It was furnished in deep, dark tones of mahogany. She indicated that I was to have a seat at an inviting table in front of a picture window. The view presented the most gorgeous scene that anyone could imagine! To this day I do not know where in New York state I was, not the order of nuns who were so kind to me.

In due time, I was served a light luncheon. I must confess that all I remember were the rolls, a slice of cake and ice tea. Following my collation, the same two nuns who had met me at Grand Central Station delivered me and baggage to my destination at St. Albans. Although my recollections are scant, I consider this adventure to be the first day in the rest of my life!

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