Ah! if she had only been able to see her little Rose recover like that, eat with a good appetite, and run about again! At the same time, another case, which she had been told of in Paris and which had greatly influenced her in deciding to take her ailing child to Lourdes, returned to her memory.
"And I, too," said she, "know the story of a girl who was paralysed.

Her name was Lucie Druon, and she was an inmate of an orphan asylum.

She was quite young and could not even kneel down.

Her limbs were bent like hoops.

Her right leg, the shorter of the two, had ended by becoming twisted round the left one; and when any of the other girls carried her about you saw her feet hanging down quite limp, like dead ones.