Rosemary O'Rourke : Thread 1 : Sparkling Rubies
"—tell you again, Jacob. Keep everything that comes out of your body to yourself. No exceptions! Goodness!" The middle-schooler catches a stern glare for his antics, but the novice isn't yet as exasperated as Viv Sutherland—the girl whose lapel he just contaminated—so he avoids any real punishment. When her back is turned, three of the older boys move in to add their own emphasis to the point with knuckles ground into tender spots. They've been enforcing for her, lately, whether she allows it or not. She wouldn't now, if she saw it, but she doesn't, and that's not all down to their finesse.
Sister Patience's sleepless night is plain on her face, and she's been missing a lot today. The children, unsurprisingly, discerned and began to exploit this in the first two minutes, and now she is well beyond wit's end, operating on the general impulse derived from helping to raise younger siblings. So of course she ordinarily wouldn't have put her hands on a relic. She's not that young and foolish, no matter what the rector says. But when the gems just fall out at the lightest touch, what else can she do? She tucks them quickly in a pocket before any of the children can get to them and resolves to locate one of the senior Orthodox priests as soon as the tour is through.