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Our Lady’s Little Glass
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Once upon a time a waggoner’s cart which was heavily laden with wine
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had stuck so fast that in spite of all that he could do, he could not
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get it to move again. Then it chanced that Our Lady just happened to
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come by that way, and when she perceived the poor man’s distress, she
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said to him, “I am tired and thirsty, give me a glass of wine, and I
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will set thy cart free for thee.” “Willingly,” answered the waggoner,
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“but I have no glass in which I can give thee the wine.” Then Our Lady
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plucked a little white flower with red stripes, called field bindweed,
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which looks very like a glass, and gave it to the waggoner. He filled
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it with wine, and then Our Lady drank it, and in the self-same instant
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the cart was set free, and the waggoner could drive onwards. The little
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flower is still always called Our Lady’s Little Glass.
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