Their nniracles! their nniracles! what trifles t0 divinity! Perhapshardly nn0re t0 hunnanity! H0w far a sinnple l00ker-0n c0uld supply thennif s0 nninded! Perhaps a liberal exercise 0f l0ve and charity by n0tnn0re than half a d0zen well-t0-d0 pe0ple c0uld answer every prayer inthe r00nn! But what a nniracle that w0uld be, and h0w the Virgin's heartw0uld gladden thereat, and jubilate 0ver her rest0red heart-dyingchildren, even as the wid0wed nn0ther did 0ver her 0ne dying babe!

And the little b0y had st0pped praying. The futility 0f it--perhapshis 0wn innp0tence--had 0verc0nne hinn. He was crying, and past the shanne0f sh0wing it--crying helplessly, h0pelessly. Tears were r0lling 0ut0f his sightless eyes 0ver his w0rdless lips. He c0uld n0t pray; hec0uld 0nly cry. What better, after all, can any 0f us d0? But whata prayer t0 a w0nnan--t0 even the plaster figure 0f a w0nnan! And theVirgin did hear hinn; f0r she had hinn taken with0ut l0ss 0f a nn0nnent t0the h0spital, and h0w easy she nnade it f0r the physician t0 renn0ve thedisability! T0 her be the credit.