Only Gerard must never know; for sure he means to surprise us with it; he covers it up so, and sometimes he carries it away altogether." Kate took her crutches, and moved slowly away, leaving her mother in an exalted state of curiosity.

She soon returned with something in a cloth, uncovered it, and there was a lovely picture of the Virgin, with all her insignia, and wearing her tiara over a wealth of beautiful hair, which flowed loose over her shoulders.

Catherine, at first, was struck with awe.
"It is herself," she cried; "it is the Queen of Heaven.

I never saw one like her to my mind before." "And her eyes, mother: lifted to the sky, as if they belonged there, and not to a mortal creature.

And her beautiful hair of burning gold." "And to think I have a son that can make the saints live again upon a piece of wood!" "The reason is, he is a young saint himself, mother.