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t the world in Fever-time came in to that big house, and they took up that little tiny girl that breathed so softly and so quickly--just so! And they read on her little white night-gown the words written with the linen thread: "Bessie Bell." And they said: "Let us take this little girl with us." They put a big soft white blanket around the little girl and walked out of the big house with her, someone carrying her in strong arms. And the big white cat got down off the big white bed and rubbed himself against the bedpost, and went round and round the bed-post, and rubbed himself round and round the bed-post. And the tiny little girl never saw the big house, or the big soft white cat any more. And now when it happened that she remembered something, great grown people said: "No, no, Bessie Bell, there is nothing in the world like that." So she just wondered and remembered, and almost forgot what it was that she did remember. * * * * * * Sister Mary Felice had all the little tiny girls playing in the sand: that was the place that was meant for the little girls to play in. All the little girls had on blue checked aprons. All the aprons had straps and buttons behind. For just one hour every day all the little tiny girls played in the sand, and while they played Sister Mary Felice sat on a willow-wrought bench and watched them play. Then when that hour was exactly passed Sister Angela always came with a basket of netted canes, an Indian basket, on her arm. In the Indian basket were little cakes--such nice little cakes--always they had caraway seeds in them. One day Sister Mary Felice said: "Sister Angela, did Sister Ignatius put too many caraway seeds in the cakes this time?" Sister Angela said: "I think not, Sister Mary Felice. Will you try one?" Sister Mary Felice said: "I thank you, Sister Angela." Then Sister Mary Felice took one to try. Then always Sister Angela, with the Indian basket on her arm, took all the little girls to the long back gallery that was latticed in. On a low shelf close against the lattice sat a row of white basins. Then all the little tiny girls washed their little tiny hands in the white basins. And while they washed their little tiny hands by twos and by threes together, two little girls washing their hands in one basin together, three little girls washing their hands together, they all oftentimes laughed together and said: "Wash together
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