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.
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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?"