They'll think I am a mouse.

This verse I repeated until I could say it correctly.
I was then taken to the breakfast-room, where I was
directed to kneel before the crucifix, and say my prayers,
which I repeated after the Superior. I was then seated
at the table, and directed to hold my head down, and fix
my eyes upon my plate. I must not look at any one, or
gaze about the room; but sit still, and quietly eat what
was given me. I had upon my plate, one thin slice of
wheat bread, a bit of potato, and a very small cup of
milk. This was my stated allowance, and I could have no
more, however hungry I might be. The same quantity was
given me every meal, when in usual health, until I was
ten years of age. On fast days, no food whatever was
allowed; and we always fasted for three meals before
receiving the sacrament. This ceremony was observed every
third day, therefore we were obliged to fast about
one-third of the time. Yet, however long the fast might
be, my allowance of food was never increased.

After breakfast the Superior took me to Priest Dow for
confession. He kept me with him all day, allowing me
neither food nor drink; nor did he permit me to break my
fast until four o'clock the next day. I then received
what they call the sacrament, for the first time.

To prepare for this, I was clad in a white dress and
cape, and a white cap on my head. I was then led to the
chapel, and passing up the aisle, knelt before the altar.