The Mother Superior in the convent school was chatting with her young charges, and asked them what they wanted to be when they grew up.

A Twelve-year-old raised her hand and 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 sweer Jesus! And I thought you said you wanted to be a Protestant."