The Mother Superior in the convent school was chatting with 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 sweet Jesus! And I thought you said you wanted to be a Protestant."