Then all the little girls looked up.
There stood two pretty grown-up people.
And these two grown-up people had no soft white around their faces like the soft white around the face that Sister Angela wore, and they had no black veils, soft and long like the black veil that Sister Angela wore. And they had no little white crosses like the small white cross that Sister Angela wore on the breast of her soft black dress.
One of the pretty-grown up folks looked at one of the little tiny girls and said: "And what is her name?"
Sister Angela said: "Bessie Bell was written on her little white night-gown, done in linen thread."
And Sister Angela said: "Yes, we have always kept the little white night-gown."
And one of the pretty grown-up people said: "Yes, that was right. Always to keep the little white night-gown."
And the other grown-up person said: "And how comes that to be all that you know?"
Sister Angela said: "Because of the fever."
And the pretty one said: "The dreadful fever!"