They said, too, that she was a bad business woman and got into debt; and that when she was short of money she used to sell woods belonging to the convent, and promise annual pensions to various people in return for lump sums down, and lease out farms for a long time at low rates, and do various other things by which the convent would lose in the long run.

And besides, she had let the roof of the church get into such ill repair that rain came through the holes on to their heads when they were singing; and would my lord bishop please to look at the holes in their clothes and tell her to provide them with new ones?
Other wicked prioresses used sometimes even to pawn the plate and jewels of the convent, to get money for their own private purposes.

But Eglentyne was not at all wicked or dishonest, though she was a bad manager; the fact was that she had no head for figures.

I am _sure_ that she had no head for figures; you have only got to read Chaucer's description of her to know that she was not a mathematician.

Besides the nuns were exaggerating: their clothes were not in holes, only just a little threadbare.