"If my people will not obey, I shall be compelled to let loose my Son's arm. It is so heavy that I can no longer hold it. How long have I suffered for you! If my Son is not to abandon you, I am obliged to entreat him without ceasing. But you take no heed of that. No matter how well you pray in the future, no matter how well you act, you will never be able to make up for what I have endured on your behalf. "I have given you six days to work. The seventh I have reserved for myself yet no one will give it to me. This is what causes the weight of my Son's arm to be so heavy. The cart drivers cannot swear without bringing in my Son's name. These are the two things that make my Son's arm so heavy." (...) The Lady then confided a separate secret to each of the children. Although each child noticed her lips moving, neither of them heard what was being said to the other. Finally the Lady said: "Ah, my children, it is very important to say your prayers, at night and in the morning. When you don't have time, at least say an Our Father and a Hail Mary, and whenever you can, say more. Only a few rather elderly women go to Mass in the summer. Everyone else works every Sunday all summer long. And in winter, when they don't know what else to do, they go to Mass only to scoff at religion. During Lent, they go to the butcher's shop like dogs." (...) Then the Beautiful Lady concluded, no longer in dialect but in French: "Well, my children make this known to all my people." Oh! quelle peine d'être si pauvre dans mes expressions pour redire l'amour de notre Sauveur pour nous !