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Updated: April 30, 2025
The next lady who passed by the cabin also stopped to talk to Bessie Bell. And Bessie Bell asked: "Are you a Mama or Only-Just-A-Lady?" "I am only just a lady," the lady said, patting Bessie Bell's little tiny hand. And it was easy to see that, in Bessie Bell's mind, though Only-Just-Ladies were kind and sweet, Mamas were far greater and more important beings.
She was trying so carefully to put the last rock on top of the stone chimney, she said: "No, Bessie Bell: some are Mamas, and some are only just Ladies." There. There it was again: Only-Just-Ladies. Bessie Bell wondered how to tell which were Mamas, and which were Ladies just Ladies.
There were not after all so many Sisters like Sister Angela; and Sister Mary Felice, who watched the little blue-checked-apron girls playing in the sand; and Sister Ignatius, who cooked the cakes with the caraway seeds in them; and Sister Theckla, who taught the little girls to Count and to Sing. Why, the whole world, surely the up-on-the mountain-world, seemed full of Only-Just-Ladies.
If sometimes just at waking from fitful sleep in her crib-bed there came to her just a thought, or a remembrance, of a great big soft white cat that reached its paw out and softly touched her cheek, it came to her only like the touch of fancy in a big soft white dream. Often Only-Just-Ladies came and talked over her little white crib with Sister Helen Vincula.
Then always after that Bessie Bell and the other little girls were glad when Only-Just-Ladies came to see them. If a rain came it always did surprise them: those little girls were always surprised when it rained! and they did not know exactly what to do when it rained, though they knew almost always what to do when the sun shone.
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