'Ah!' he continued; 'you should see Maria Sonnenberg! It stands above the lake Uri, on a precipice, a little white chapel with a red-tiled roof, and a spirelet--so pretty; and within is the dear Lady who was found in a rose-bush.' 'So was our Lady of La Couture,' exclaimed Gabrielle. 'The Blessed Virgin of Sonnenberg was discovered by a shepherd-lad. His sheep strayed--and he followed them, and, lo! there was the beautiful image in a bush of blushing wild-roses.' 'It was the same exactly with our holy Virgin at my home.' 'How beautiful! Maria sey gelobt!' exclaimed Nicholas, clapping his hands, as a smile shone from his full honest face; 'you see the Holy Virgin loves equally our Switzerland and your Normandy.' 'And then,' pursued the corporal, with his usual gravity; 'there is the Virgin of Sarnen--of the convent there. That is a famous pilgrimage shrine. It came to pass thus:--One Christmas Eve all the sisters had gone to midnight mass, and they left one poor nun very sick upon her pallet in her cell. She was sorely grieved not to be able to assist at the holy mass, and she prayed with her face towards an image of the Virgin and Child. And, lo! as she prayed, the Mother raised the sacred infant, and the Divine Child smiled upon her and gave her the blessing with his little hand. When the sisters returned from the chapel, they found the nun in a rapture; and when she had recovered, she told all that had befallen her. I have seen the very statue----' 'And so have I,' said Nicholas, rubbing his hands.