dishes, carrying wood for the fire, helping the cook generally.

But by evening he was decidedly unwell. To the fellow-novice who
helped him to bed he said quietly, "I am going to die, you know, in
a few days."

Claude Acquaviva hurried to him as soon as he learned he was ailing.
Father Fazio, the novice-master, also came. Stanislaus told each of
the favor he had begged from our Lady, and that he hoped strongly
his request would be granted.

That was on the evening of Wednesday, the 10th. He appeared to be no
better or worse on Thursday and Friday. But Friday evening he was
moved from his ordinary room to a quieter place in a higher story of
the house. Those who went with him noted that before he lay down,
he knelt on the floor and prayed a while and made the sign of the
cross over the bed, saying, "This is my deathbed."

Now they began to believe him and were frightened a little. So
Stanislaus added, with a smile, "I mean, of course, if it so please
God."
He continued in about the same condition until Sunday, August 14th.
That day he said to the laybrother who was taking care of him:

"Brother, I'm going to die to-night."

The brother laughed at him, and said:

"Nonsense, man! Why, it would take a greater miracle to die of so
trifling a matter than to be cured of it."