The doctors couldn't understand it.
She saw half a dozen of them, who pricked her with pins and burnt her skin with a lot of drugs.

But it was just as if they had sung to her.
Sister Dorothee had well understood that only the Blessed Virgin could find the right remedy for her, and so she went off to Lourdes, and had herself dipped in the piscina.

She thought at first that the water was going to kill her, for it was so bitterly cold.

But by-and-by it became so soft that she fancied it was warm, as nice as milk.

She had never felt so nice before, it seemed to her as if her veins were opening and the water were flowing into them.