their walk by the stone bench where Bessie Bell and the lady sat.

Everybody loved to come to the Mall in the afternoon when the band
played. Everybody loved to hear the gay music. Everybody loved to
see the children in their prettiest clothes, and to see all the
nurses rolling the babies in the carriages with the pretty parasols.

And one of the ladies passing by looked over to the stone bench
where Bessie Bell sat with her hands folded on her blue checked
apron, and where the lady had seated herself just as Sister Helen
Vincula had sat before she went across the long bridge.

And the lady said, as she passed by and looked: ``Striking
likeness.''

Another lady with her said: ``Wonderful!''

And another one with them said: ``Impossible! But strange indeed--''

Bessie Bell did not notice what the ladies said, but because they
looked so attentively to where she sat on the stone bench her
attention was turned the way their eyes turned as they talked in low
tones and looked attentively passing by.

So when they had passed by, Bessie Bell turned and looked to the
other end of the bench where the lady sat.

Bessie Bell was so surprised at the first look that she hardly knew
what to think.