'Have you ever read the old words on the library window?" he asked.
"Oh yes often," cried the little girl, ' I know them well. They are painting in some strange black letters, and are difficult to read. There are only for lines :
When a golden girl has prayed for you,
And a little child has cried for you,
The house wil be then quiet and still,
And peace will come to Canterville
But i don't know what they means."