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 exclaimed, "Oh praise be to Sweet Jesus!  
I thought you had said a Protestant."