One of the nuns took the glass back to the kitchen. Then, remembering a bottle of Irish Whiskey that had been 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, they lifted her head gently and held
the glass to her lips. The very frail Nun drank a little, then a little
more and before they knew it, she had finished the whole glass down
to the last drop.

As her eyes brightened, the nuns thought it would be a good opportunity
to have one last talk with their spiritual leader.

“Mother,” the nuns asked earnestly, “Please give us some of
your wisdom before you leave us.”

She raised herself up very slowly in the bed on one elbow, looked at
them and said,

“DON’T SELL THAT COW . . ”