Nancy shook her head.
“Too bad! But surely you can pray in any church.”
This time, Nancy felt a rebuke.
“Yes,” she assented; “but I am not used to going, every day.”
“No. No?” The second no was plainly interrogative. “But the Good Sainte Anne only does those miracle to them that pray without ceasing.”
The girl faced about sharply.
“Madame Gagnier, have you ever seen a miracle?”
The wide flat hat nodded assent.
“A real, true miracle?”
“Yes, so many.”