which consist of numerous excavations formed by Nature in the great crags.  One of these, however, is usually referred to as “The Grotto,” and is a cavern of quite extensive dimensions, being about thirteen feet high by fifty wide.  There are two other excavations in the rock above this cavern, one of which rudely resembles the broken window of a ruined church—­suggesting that idea the more forcibly perhaps from the fact that it admits light into the lower cavern.

Before reaching the entrance of the grotto, however, there was a small stream to be crossed.  There was no bridge, but this was only a slight hindrance to Jeanne and Marie, who took off their shoes, and, springing from stone to stone, were soon over.  They were in advance of Bernadette, who stopped frequently to cough, and when she came up to the stream they were putting on their wooden shoes.

“How cold the water is!” she heard one say, and she hesitated to step into the cold stream.  Jeanne saw her pausing upon the brink, and called out, “Cross as we did:  give long leaps and come over.”  She called to them then to throw stones in for her to step upon, but they were busily engaged piling up sticks, and paid no attention to her, so she began to pull off her shoes and stockings.  When she bent down she heard a great rushing sound, as of the water and the wind.  It seemed as if a great storm were breaking, but when she looked up all was calm.  The leaves scarcely stirred in the breeze, and the trails of ivy that hung over the rocky windows of the grotto swayed gently to and fro.  So she proceeded to pull off her stockings unalarmed.  After a few seconds the noise increased, and when Bernadette again looked up she saw a beautiful vision standing in the window or upper entrance of the grotto, which was filled with the lustre of its halo.  The apparition was dressed in pure white, and bore a chaplet upon its arm, and had no resemblance to Bernadette’s ideal of the Virgin.  The child was filled with awe, but felt no fear, and reverently kneeling she continued to gaze at the vision, which smiled upon her and made the sign of the cross.  Bernadette did likewise.  The appearance then vanished, and for some time Bernadette remained spell-bound and still kneeling and gazing abstractedly into the grotto, from which the luminous quality had faded.  After a short time she recovered from her transport, and looking around her found the appearance of nothing changed.  The stream rushed on, the trees were the same, and in the hollow of the grotto the wild brier grew in its accustomed place, and the clinging moss and the ivy trails were unchanged.

Bernadette made her way across the stream as quickly as she could, and hastening onward soon overtook Marie and Jeanne, who looked up in surprise at her haste.  When she had reached them their surprise deepened into wonder as they observed the emotion depicted in her face.

“Have you seen nothing?” inquired Bernadette, her eyes all aglow with excitement.