One of my aunts who was a nun used to come and visit back in the days when they had to travel in pairs. The "extra" was a lot of fun and would take us kids to the store for candy while my Mother and aunt visited. She ( the extra) had a lot of spunk and wasn't afraid to criticize and mock the domineering monsignor in the parish where she taught. I was not supposed to hear these remarks, but got a wicked delight in hearing them, and even as a 7-year-old secretly laughed and rooted for her.  I could tell my sassy Mother did as well. I think of  Sr. Philippa and others like her as early feminists!