"Yes."
"How old is your child?"
"Two weeks."
"Is it a girl or a boy?"
"A girl."
"And you feel that you can nurse another child as well?"
"Six, if you like," said the woman smiling, and showing two rows of dazzling white teeth.
"Good, healthy and strong," said the Abbot to the Superior; "but," he added in Latin, casting a thoughtful glance at the blooming figure before him, "the brethren must not come in her way, you must be answerable for no scandal coming of it." Then he said to the wet-nurse,
"Take the child then, in the name of the Lord. The Prior here knows where your room is, and will see that your own child is brought to you. You may go at your pleasure into the convent-garden so long as the brethren are at vespers or at their meals, but you must never on any account go outside the convent-walls. You are henceforth under the rules of the order, and must submit to live like a nun. Will you?"
The woman hesitated a little, but then said,