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.''