In this last year of my noviceship I had familiar visits from St. Xaverius. I was ordered to help one of the religious in the vestry. She was of a good temper, yet she often chid me when I got leave of my mistress to hear a Mass more than ordinary, or to perform some little devotions, thinking by this means I cast the work more upon her. What troubled me most was that she opposed my making so frequently the ten Fridays' devotion in honour of St. Xaverius, for she knew I could then get leave to spend the best part of the morning in prayer. I endeavoured to hear her with patience, and said but little, that I had leave of my mistress, promising I would work for her when I was at liberty to do what I would. Though I saw her a little mortified, I did not on this account desist from asking leave; yet when my mistress denied me I was content, and looked upon it as the will of God. As for the other, I thought it an imaginary difficulty in the service of God, and so offered it up to Him. This Sister loved me much, yet, as she told me lately, she never was so hard to any one who was ordered to assist her as she was to me, and that she knew not the reason why she was so, or something to this effect, being out of countenance when she owned it.