_We_ know how noble and how good she is; and that she will always decide aright, and follow in the footsteps of our blessed Lady and all the holy saints.
But others there are, who do not love her as we love her, or know her as we know her; and they might judge her wrongly.

Therefore we must tell to none, that which we know--how the Reverend Mother, alone, dealt with that visitor, who was not the wraith of Sister Agatha." Mary Antony peeped up at the Bishop.

A light of great joy was on her face.

Her eyes had lost their look of terror, and began to twinkle cunningly.
"I know naught," she said.

"I saw naught; I heard naught." The Bishop smiled.
"How many peas were left in your wallet, Sister Antony ?" "Five," chuckled Mary Antony.
"Why did you shew six to the Reverend Mother ?" "To set her mind at rest," whispered the old lay-sister.
"To cause her to think that you had heard naught, seen naught, and knew naught ?" Mary Antony nodded, chuckling again.
"Faithful old heart!" said the Bishop.