"Far up the mountain a convent looks down on the sea, and here little girls are taught the deliate and dying art of lacemaking by the sisters. The girls are paid and the lace is sold to support the school and incidentally the girls. The flying fingers of the little girls working with hundreds of bobbins make the eye dizzy, and the children look up and laugh"......
"Some of the work is unbelivable. We saw a great tablecloth, a spiderweb, intricate as a thought. It was the work of fifty girls for one year."