I have spoken to my kinswoman, the mother-superior of convent.
The words were few; the Mother-Superior's manner a little curt in speaking them.
The Mother-Superior started, for she also had had a strange dream.
He reined up now, saluting the Mother-Superior with marked respect.
The Mother-Superior shook her head, and the rosy Sister was silent.
It had seemed to him that the Mother-Superior hesitated to broach the subject.
The Mother-Superior glanced at the nun who was ironing, and then at the figure on the stool.
The mother-superior took the votaress at her word, and left her then and there.
The mother-superior smiled, gave the benediction, and retired.
That point is where the convent purse rattles thinly and the mother-superior must face hunger.