„A jak se to tam jmenuje, co ten kostelícek je, babicko?“ ptal se Vilím.

„To je na Boušíne. Dá-li nám pánbuh zdraví, také se tam jednou podíváme, až tam bude pout!“ rekla babicka.

„A co se tam stalo, babicko?“ ptala se Adelka, která by byla babicku poslouchala od rána do vecera.

„Zázrak se tam stal. Nevíte již, jak to jednou Vorša povídala?“

„Nevíme už nic. Povídejte vy nám to, pekne vás prosíme,“ škemraly deti a babicka nedala se dlouho prosit.

„Tedy sednete hezky na lavici a nevyhýbejte se mi z okna, at neprepadnete dolu a nesrazíte vaz. Za tímto vrchem a temi lesy jsou vesnice Turyn, Litobor, Slatina, Mecov, Boušín; ty všechny pred dávnými casy patrily jednomu rytíri, který se jmenoval Turynský a na Turyni v hradu svém bydlel. Pán ten mel paní a jedinou dcerušku, hezkou dívcicku, ale bohužel byla hluchá i nemá, ceho bylo rodicum veliký žal.

Jedenkráte procházela se po hradu ta holcicka, a tu si usmyslila podívat se, co delají ti malí beránkové v boušínském dvorci a jak as vyrostli od té doby, co je nevidela. Musím vám ríci, že tenkráte ješte ten kostelícek tu nebyl, ani vesnice, jen dvorec tu byl, v nemž celed bydlela Turynského pána a kde se chovala jeho stáda. Kolem dokola byl samý les a v lese mnoho divoké zvere.

Dceruška Turynská byla kolikráte ve dvorci, ale to jela vždy s otcem; myslila bláhová, že když se tam rozbehne, také hned tam bude. Šla tedy, šla, kam ji oci vedly; myslela, cesta jako cesta, byla ješte mladá, nerozumná, jako vy jste. Když ale dlouho už šla, a ješte bílý dvur nevidela, zacínalo jí být ouzko; napadlo jí teprv, co rekne otec a matka, že utekla ze zámku, dostala strach a vrátila se nazpet. Ale když je clovek ve strachu, lehko se pomate, dokonce takové díte. Spletla si holcina cestu a nepricházela ani domu, ani do dvorce, dostala se do hustého lesa, kde nebylo ani stopy, ani svetla. Teprv poznala, že zabloudila! …“

“What is the name of the place where that chapel stands?” asked Vilém.

“That is Boušín. If God grants us good health, we will go there sometime when there is a pilgrimage there,” replied grandmother.

“What happened there, Grandma?” asked Adélka, who could listen to such stories from morning till night.

“A miracle was performed there, don't you remember how Vorša related it?”

“We don’t remember at all. Please, Grandma, tell us about it.”

“Well, then sit down quietly upon the benches and do not lean out of the windows lest you fall and break your necks.”

After thus admonishing them, Grandmother began her story:

“Beyond this hill and these woods are the villages of Turyn, Litobor, Slatina. Mecov and Boušín. In olden times they all belonged to one knight named Turynsky, who lived in Turyn castle. This knight had a wife and one child, a pretty little girl, but alas! Deaf and dumb, which was a great grief to her parents.

“Once as the little girl was wandering about in the castle, she thoug she would like to go to Bušín to see how the lambs were doing and how much they had grown since last she saw them. You must remember that at that time there was neither village nor chapel here. There was only the tarm and the farmhouse where dwelt the steward and such servants as were needed to do the work. All around there was nothing but woods, in which were many wild beasts.

“Turynsky’s little daughter had often been to the farm, but she had ridden with her father. Now she thought, simple child: ‘I’ll take a little run and I’ll be there.’ She followed her eyes, thinking one way as good as another, - she was young and ignorant like you. When, however, she had gone a long time, and no farm was in sight, she began to be alarmed; she thouhgt: ‘What will my father and mother say when they find out that I have left the castle?’ She turned and hastened back toward her home. When one is alarmed especially such a child, one becomes confused very easily. She lost her way and went neither to the castle nor to the farm, but into a dense forest where there was neither path nor light. Soon she knew that she was lost. …”