And Sister Theckla said: "She is older than the others. She must have learned it at home!"
And Sister Angela and Sister Theckla came into the room and they said: "See, now, what you have done to the windows!"
Sure enough, when the little girls looked at the windows the glass was all dim and blurred with little damp finger-prints!
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It was one day as the sun shone as it did shine most days, that the same little girl who knew how to sing that song when it rained was running on the shell-bordered walk, holding Bessie Bell's hand and running, when her little foot tripped up against Bessie Bell's foot,—and over Bessie Bell rolled on the walk with the shell border.
Then Bessie Bell cried and cried.
And Sister Mary Felice said: "Bessie Bell, where are you hurt?"
Bessie Bell did not know where she was hurt: she only knew that she was so sorry to have been so happy to be running, and then to roll so suddenly on the walk.
Then the little girl said: "She isn't hurt at all. She is just crying."
Sister Mary Felice said: "But you threw her down. You must tell her you are sorry."