Two peas dropped together, the while you counted one." "Nay, Reverend Mother.

Twenty peas dropped one by one; also I counted twenty White Ladies.

And, after I had counted twenty, yet another passed." "But how could that be ?" objected the Prioress.

"If twenty went, but twenty could return.

Who should be the twenty-first ?" Then old Mary Antony leaned forward, crossing herself.
"Sister Agatha," she whispered, tremulously.