Some friends she had came often to see her , but still she beat her wings against the bars , like a wild bird in a cage , and soon her spirits were all gone , and it was sad to see her . '' `` Where was your Saint Lucy ? I thought it was about her , '' asked Jack , who did not like to have Jill 's past troubles dwelt upon , since his were not . `` She is coming . Saints are not born -- they are made after many trials and tribulations , '' answered his mother , looking at the fire as if it helped her to spin her little story . `` Well , the poor child used to sing sometimes to while away the long hours -- sad songs mostly , and one among them which the queen taught her was ` Sweet Patience , Come . ' `` This she used to sing a great deal after a while , never dreaming that Patience was an angel who could hear and obey . But it was so ; and one night , when the girl had lulled herself to sleep with that song , the angel came . Nobody saw the lovely spirit with tender eyes , and a voice that was like balm . No one heard the rustle of wings as she hovered over the little bed and touched the lips , the eyes , the hands of the sleeper , and then flew away , leaving three gifts behind . The girl did not know why , but after that night the songs grew gayer , there seemed to be more sunshine everywhere her eyes looked , and her hands were never tired of helping others in various pretty , useful , or pleasant ways . Slowly the wild bird ceased to beat against the bars , but sat in its cage and made music for all in the palace , till the queen could not do without it , the poor mother cheered up , and the princes called the girl their nightingale . '' `` Was that the miracle ? '' asked Jack , forgetting all about his slippers , as he watched Jill 's eyes brighten and the color come up in her white cheeks . `` That was the miracle , and Patience can work far greater ones if you will let her . '' `` And the girl 's name was Lucy ? '' `` Yes ; they did not call her a saint then , but she was trying to be as cheerful as a certain good woman she had heard of , and so the queen had that name for her , though she did not let her know it for a long time . '' `` That 's not bad for a Sunday story , but there might have been more about the princes , seems to me , '' was Frank 's criticism , as Jill lay very still , trying to hide her face behind the carnation , for she had no words to tell how touched and pleased she was to find that her little efforts to be good had been seen , remembered , and now rewarded in this way . `` There is more . '' `` Then the story is n't done ? ''
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