One of the nuns took the glass back to the kitchen and remembering a
bottle of Irish whiskey received as a gift the previous Christmas, she
opened it and poured a generous amount into the warm milk.
Back at Mother Superior’s bed, she held the glass to her lips. Mother
drank a little then a little more. Before they knew it she had drank
the whole glass down to the last drop.
“Mother,” the nuns asked with earnest, “please give us some
wisdom before you die.”
She raised herself up in the bed and whispered, “Don’t sell that