nOROTHY Hamilton Dean, whose
pictures and articles about Rome have long been an occasional feature of our columns, tells me the following story about Roman ecclesiatical life:
Some days ago, an English visitor, a devout Catholic, returning to the convent where she was staying found herself the wroug side of the "Fiber. Accosting a young Italian she discovered he spoke no English; then she spoke to an old priest and asked him the way. My friend was in luck, the old priest spoke a little English and offered to show her the way and insisted on carrying her bag. They talked about China and Hong Kong where both had been. After crossing the Tiber my friend said "Now I know the way " but her companion replied " I will see you home." Soon the green gates or the convent were reached and the old priest insisted on seeing her in. "Are you one of the Chinese Mission Fathers" was the question on parting? "No. I am a Cardinal at the Vatican." One can imagine the wonder of the nuns to find their guest being brought home with her bag carried by Cardinal Costantino.