She also had learned it from her grandmother.
One day, by some accident, Dorothy had not reached her post of naiad before Molly arrived in presence of her idol, the white horse, her usual application to which was thence for the moment in vain.

Having waited about three seconds in perfect patience, she turned her head slowly round, and gazed in her nurse's countenance with large questioning eyes, but said nothing.

Then she turned again to the horse.

Presently a smile broke over her face, and she cried in the tone of one who had made a great discovery, 'Horse has ears of stone: he cannot hear, Molly.' Instantly thereupon she turned her face up to the sky, and said, 'Dear holy Mary, tell horse to spout.' That moment up into the sun shot the two jets.

Molly clapped her little hands with delight and cried, 'Thanks, dear holy Mary! I knowed thou would do it for Molly.