There were strange new things in this world.

Bessie Bell almost forgot to remember now, because every day was so
full of such strange new things to know.

Mama? My Mama?

Bessie Bell did a great deal of thinking about that.

One day the little children were playing at building rock chimneys.

There was not much sand there for little children to play in, so
that the children often built rock chimneys, and rock tables, and
rock fences.

As they were playing one little girl suddenly left the playground
and ran, calling: ``Mama! Mama! Come here; come this way, and see
the chimney we have built!''

Bessie Bell turned quickly from play and looked after the little
girl who was running across the playground to where three ladies
were standing.

The little girl caught the dress of one of the ladies, and came
pulling at her dress and bringing her across the ground to see the
stone chimney, and the little girl kept saying:

``Look, Mama! See, Mama! Isn't it a grand chimney? Won't it 'most
hold smoke?''