While thou, Master Redbreast, art certainly not reverend; the saints, and thine own conscience, alone know whether thou art worthy.
"This," explained Mary Antony, "was how I had planned to point a moral to that jaunty little worldling." "They who are reverend must strive to be also worthy," said the Prioress; "while they who count themselves to be worthy, must think charitably of those to whom they owe reverence.

Came the robin to thee in the cloisters, Antony ?" The old woman's manner changed.

She fixed her eyes upon the Prioress, and spoke with an air of detachment and of mystery.

The very simplicity of her language seemed at once to lift the strange tale she told, into sublimity.
"Aye, he came.

But not for crumbs; not for cheese; not to gossip with old Antony.
"He stood upon the coping, looking at me with his bright eye.
"'Well, little vain man!' said I.