I told the Reverend Mother so, and set her mind at rest by carrying up _six_ peas, saying that I had found _six_ and not _five_ in my wallet." "Let us pause," said the Bishop, "and look at this lily.

How lovely are its petals.

How tall and white it shews against the hedge.

Why did you need to set the Reverend Mother's mind at rest, Sister Antony, by carrying up six peas ?" "Because," said the old lay-sister, "when I had counted as they returned, the twenty holy ladies who had gone to Vespers, yet another passed making twenty-one.

Upon which I ran and reported to the Reverend Mother, saying in my folly, that I feared the twenty-first was Sister Agatha, returned to walk amongst the Living, she being over fifty years numbered with the Dead.