But I went on and on and on. And then the next night, or next day I hid out in an old straw stack. And then that afternoon on the third day, I was scared then, because this arm was swollen as tight as it could swell, and I was having to carry it in the other hand. And all my fingers began to turn blue. And I realized gangrene poisoning setting in. And, you know, nobody to do anything for you. And I realized I'm going to die just like a rat beside the road. That's a terrible feeling. And I thought, "What'll I do? I'll just get out and go a little sooner. Maybe I'll have to rap on somebody's door."
That's what I did. I remember as I walked out, I don't know how far, I saw this lamp. It was an old-fashioned lamp burning. Very poor house. No paint on it. Now, I knew those were poor people. So I walked up to the screen door and I rapped on it. And a tall man came to the door. He was rather old. And I said, "Please may I have a drink of water?"
And do you know that old man didn't answer me. But he walked back into the house and he called his wife. And, God bless her heart, she's like most old-fashioned mothers. She came to the door, and she didn't say, "Who are you?" and "What do you want?" Thank God, there are a lot of good people in this world.
That dear little woman just pushed that door open and said, "Won't you come in and sit down?" Do you know that's the most beautiful music I've ever heard in my life? I should say I'll come in and sit down!
And she pulled out a chair. And I sat down on it. I was glad to sit down. And, you know, their house was poor. There was no rugs on the floor of any type. A table cloth. Red-checkered table cloth on the table. A little old stove over there in the corner and there was a fire in it. And that woman put some milk in a pan and heated it and brought it over to me.
And, you know, I'm hungry. I don't have any manners. I forgot how to act. I forgot a lot of things in twenty-two years.
And I grabbed that glass of milk before she ever set it down. And I gobbled it down. I'm so hungry! I felt like I'm going stark mad. And I took it instantly. And the moment it touched my stomach, of course, I couldn't retain it. I lost it. I haven't had any whole milk in twenty-two years. You can understand why I couldn't take it.
And she knew what to do. She went out into the kitchen and she heated some water - or rather over to the stove - and heated some water. And, bless her heart, she put sugar in that water and brought it over to me. And she sat down and gave it to me from a spoon.
I took every bit of it. Oh, it was good. It was nourishing. And then the daddy walked over by me and he said, "Now tell us who you are and where'd you come from."
I began to cry. I was scared then. I said, "I run away from the convent and I'm not going back."
And he said, "What happened to you?" My hand was laying up on the table.
And I said, "Well, I tried to get over the gate and I fell and I'm hurt."
And, you know, he said, "We'll have to call a doctor."
And, bless your sweet life, then I really became hysterical! I got up from the table. I was going to run back outside and they wouldn't let me.
He said, "Wait a minute. We're not going to hurt you. You're hurt. You'll have to have help."
I said, "I don't have any money and I don't have any people. And I can't pay a doctor bill."
Of course, I was just in a terrible mess, if you want to know it. And that man said to me, "I'm going after a doctor." He said, "And he's not a Roman Catholic. Neither am I."