peas."
The old lay-sister sat resting in the garden. She had had a busy hour,
yet complicated in its busy-ness, for, starting out to do weeding, she
had presently fancied herself intent upon making a posy, and now, sat
upon the stone seat beneath the beech tree, holding a large nosegay
made up of many kinds of flowering weeds, arranged with much care, and
bound round with convolvulus tendrils.
Keen and uncommon shrewd though old Antony certainly was in many ways,
her great age occasionally betrayed itself by childish vagaries. Her
mind would start off along the lines of a false premise, landing her
eventually in a dream-like conclusion. As now, when waking from a
moment's nodding in the welcome shade, she wondered why her old back
seemed well-nigh broken, and marvelled to find herself holding a big
posy of dandelions, groundsel, plantain, and bindweed.
On the other end of the seat, stood the robin. The beech was just near
enough to the cloisters, the pieman's tree, and his own particular yew
hedge, to come within his little kingdom.
Having mentioned her bag of peas, Mary Antony experienced an
irresistible desire to view them and, moreover, to display them before
the bright eyes of the robin.
She laid the queer nosegay down upon the grass at her feet, turned
sidewise on the stone slab, and drew the bag from her wallet.
"Now, Master Pieman!" she said. "At thine own risk thou doest it; but
with thine own bright eyes thou shalt see the holy Ladies; the Unnamed,
all like peas in a pod, as the Lord knows they do look, when they walk
to and fro; but first, if so be that I can find them, the Few which I
distinguish from among the rest."
Presently, after much peering into the bag, the fine white pea, the
wizened pea, and the pale and speckled pea, lay in line upon the stone.
"This," explained Mary Antony, pointing, with knobby forefinger, to the
first, "is the Reverend Mother, Herself--large, and pure, and
noble. . . . Nay, hop not too close, Sir Redbreast! When we enter her
chamber we kneel at the threshold, till she bids us draw nearer. True,
_we_ are merely soberly-clad, holy women, whereas _thou_ art a gay,
gaudy man; bold-eyed, and, doubtless, steeped in sin. But even thou
must keep thy distance, in presence of this most Reverend Pea of great
price.
"This," indicating the shrivelled pea, "is Mother Sub-Prioress, who
would love to have the whipping of thee, thou naughty little rascal!
"This is
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