Now she gave herself up to extreme devoutness; she confessed frequently, and communicated with ecstatic fervour; she heard mass in her parish church every day.

At all hours she was to be found in church, sometimes prostrate on the ground, sometimes with her hands clasped, and her face turned towards the image of Our Lord or of Our Lady.

She did not always wait for Saturday to visit the chapel at Bermont.

Sometimes, when her parents thought she was tending the herds, she was kneeling at the feet of the miracle-working Virgin.

The village priest, Messire Guillaume Frontey, could do nothing but praise the most guileless of his parishioners.[301] One day he happened to say with a sigh: "If Jeannette had money she would give it to me for the saying of masses."[302] [Footnote 300: _Ibid._, vol.ii, pp.