The Miller's Cloak
It blew in sheets through the door before the miller had time to close it behind him. The storm beat upon the thatched roof as if it would carry it away.
"Quick, your cloak!" cried the miller's wife. "Take it off that I may dry it by the fire!"
The good man started to obey. As he touched his cloak, however, his eyes opened wide in amazement. It was entirely dry.
"Feel it yourself!" said he to his wife. "There is not a drop of rain upon it!"
The miller's wife discovered that his words were true.
"It is a miracle of God!" cried she as she crossed herself.