been--no little girl would have played with her until--oh, so long,
so long--until she might at last have been forgiven!

So all the little brown crumbs that the tiny little girls did drop,
why the tiny little brown birds did pick up,--and they never said
whether they liked caraway seeds or not!

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One day when the tiny little girls were all in a row eating cakes,
Sister Angela, sitting on a bench under the magnolia, said quite
suddenly: ``Good morning!''

She rose up from her seat under the great magnolia.

Then the little brown birds fluttered up from the gravel.

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