Ready to drop, they pause near Le Puiset, and some villagers coming out to meet them, invite them to rest while they themselves take a turn at the load; but this they refuse.
Then the natives of Le Puiset offer them a cask of wine, and pour it into a barrel hoisted on to the truck.

This the pilgrims accept, and, feeling less weary, they go on their way.

But they are called back to see that the empty vat has refilled itself with excellent wine.

Of this all drink, and it heals the sick.
Again, a man of Corbeville-sur-Eure employed in loading a cart with timber has three fingers chopped across by an axe and shrieks in agony.
His comrades advise him to have the fingers completely severed, as they hold only by a strip of flesh, but the priest who is conducting them to Chartres disapproves.

They all pray to Mary, and the wound vanishes, the hand is whole as before.
Some men of Brittany have lost their way at night in the open country, and are suddenly guided aright by flames of fire; it is the Virgin in person descending that Saturday after Complines into Her church when it is almost finished, and filling it with dazzling glory.
And there are pages and pages of such incidents.
"Ah, it is easy to understand," thought Durtal, "why this Sanctuary is so full of Her.