And once more she repeated: "I am cured, yes, cured, quite cured!" Thereupon Madame Vetu found enough strength to say with childlike serenity and perfect, gladsome abnegation: "The Blessed Virgin did well to cure her since she is poor.

I am better pleased than if it had been myself, for I have my little shop to depend upon and can wait.

We each have our turn, each our turn." One and all displayed a like charity, a like pleasure that others should have been cured.

Seldom, indeed, was any jealousy shown; they surrendered themselves to a kind of epidemical beatitude, to a contagious hope that they would all be cured whenever it should so please the Blessed Virgin.
And it was necessary that she should not be offended by any undue impatience; for assuredly she had her reasons and knew right well why she began by healing some rather than others.

Thus with the fraternity born of common suffering and hope, the most grievously afflicted patients prayed for the cure of their neighbours.