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eyes aglisten. Ah no, she had not 

 understood. *' Is it not written," she said, 

 " chaque breton doit aller au vioins une fois 

 dans sa vie a Ste. Anne? Je ne veiix 

 pas causer tel chagrin. Je ne veux pas 

 9a." 



Then softly the Queen of Heaven 

 moved to the open window, softly she 

 spoke unto the star- strewn frosty night : 

 " Je renonce a mon projet." The 

 whisper passed along the landcs, and 

 every Breton heard. St. Fiacre, carrying 

 a great stone upon his back, was straining 

 across space. At the whispered order he 

 loosed the thongs, the great stone fell to 

 earth. You see it now, a silent sentinel 

 above the branches of that walnut-tree. 

 Oh I but there are thousands more of 

 these grey stones broadcast on Breton 

 soil. 'Tis said they fell like thunder on 

 the landes that night, and you can see 

 them, some in long lines just as they fell, 

 others grouped in circles, and there are 

 those which were placed one o' top the 

 other like great stone tables. 



And so it is that good St. Anne still 

 reigns supreme in Brittany. But there 



