her young charges and she asked them what they wanted to be
when they grew up.
A twelve year-old said, "I want to be a prostitute."
The Mother Superior fainted dead away on the spot. When they
revived her, she raised her head from the ground and gasped,
"What did you say?"
The young girl shrugged. "I said I want to be a prostitute."
"A prostitute!" the Mother Superior said. "Oh, praise the Lord!
I thought you said you wanted to be a protestant."