She is stern, and extreme to mark what is done amiss, but this she conceives to be her duty.

She is a most pious Lady.

Her zeal is but a sign of her piety." Mary Antony's keen eyes, meeting those of the Prioress, twinkled.
Once again the Prioress took refuge in the posy.

She was beginning to have had enough of the scent of dandelions.
"Mother Sub-Prioress is sick," she said.

"The cold struck her last evening, after sunset, in the orchard.