So Sister Helen Vincula went away across the long bridge to see the
ladies and to tell them Good-bye.
Bessie Bell did not know much about going away, and she did not
understand about it at all, so she did not care at all about it.
She just sat on the stone bench with her little pink hands folded on
her blue checked apron, and looked at the children in their prettiest
clothes, and at the babies, and at the parasols.
She loved so to look, and she loved so to listen to the pretty gay
music that she did not notice that a lady had come to the stone bench,
and had seated herself just where Sister Helen Vincula had sat before
she went to see the ladies and to tell them Good-bye.
There were many other ladies on the Mall, and many ladies passed in
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.