All the next day he passed in quiet. The doctors said:

"Now is the end. He may die at any moment."

But he was not to die yet. Toward evening our Lady herself came to
him, carrying in her arms the Infant Jesus. The sick boy looked up
in wonder and delight. There was his Mother, smiling at him, and in
her arms the laughing Infant. The divine Child stretched out His
little hands to Stanislaus, and Stanislaus, sitting up in his bed,
took Him into his arms.

What passed in his soul then, what joy filled his heart, we cannot
know until we shall come to heaven and taste for ourselves of that
joy.

And the Blessed Virgin and the Child Jesus spoke to him and
comforted him. But Stanislaus was too overcome to say anything.
Only tears streamed down from his eyes as he pressed the Infant
Savior to his breast.

Our Lady said to him:

"You must end your days in the Society that bears my Son's name.
You must be a Jesuit."

But so soon as he had taken the Infant into his arms, Stanislaus felt
that the fever left him, his strength came back, the blood coursed
through his body with a new sense of vigor and vitality.

Then our Lady received her Child back from his hands, smiled at him