Bell, there is nothing in the world like that.''

So Bessie Bell just remembered and wondered.

She remembered how somewhere, sometime, there was a window where you
could look out and see everything green, little and green, and
always changing and moving, away, away--beyond everything little,
and green, and moving all the time. But great grown wise folks
said: ``No, there is no window in all the world like that.''

And once when some one gave Bessie Bell a little round red apple she
caught her breath very quickly and her little heart jumped and then
thumped very loudly (that is the way it seemed to her) and she
remembered: Little apple trees all just alike, and little apple
trees in rows all just alike on top of those and again on top of
those until they came to a great row of big round red apples on top
of all.

Rut great grown people said: ``No, no, Bessie Bell, there are no
apple trees in all the world like that.''

And one time Bessie Bell was at a pretty house and somebody sat her
on a little low chair and said: `` Keep still, Bessie Bell.''

She kept still so long that at last she began to be afraid to move
at all, and she got afraid even to crook up her little finger for
fear it would pop off loud,--she had kept still so long that all her
round little fingers and her round little legs felt so stiff.

Then one, great grown person said: ``She seems a very quiet child.''