by Bertha B. Cobb
LOST IN THE BIG
CHAPTER II. THE
CHAPTER III. THE
CHAPTER IV. WHO
CLEMATIS HAS A
HARD ROW TO HOE
CHAPTER VIII. A
CHAPTER IX. THE
CHAPTER X. TWO
CHAPTER XI. A
OFF FOR TILTON
CHAPTER XIV. THE
ONLY A FEW DAYS
CHAPTER XIX. NEW
CHAPTER XX. THE
TRUE FAIRY STORY
CHAPTER I. LOST IN THE BIG CITY
It was early Spring. A warm sun shone down upon the city street. On
the edge of the narrow brick sidewalk a little girl was sitting.
Her gingham dress was old and shabby. The short, brown coat had lost
all its buttons, and a rusty pin held it together.
A faded blue cap partly covered her brown hair, which hung in short,
loose curls around her face.
She had been sitting there almost an hour when a policeman came
I wonder where that girl belongs, he said, as he looked down at
her. She is a new one on Chambers Street.
He walked on, but he looked back as he walked, to see if she went
The child slowly raised her big, brown eyes to look after him. She
watched him till he reached the corner by the meat shop; then she
looked down and began to kick at the stones with her thin boots.
At this moment a bell rang. A door opened in a building across the
street, and many children came out.
As they passed the little girl, some of them looked at her. One
little boy bent down to see her face, but she hid it under her arm.
What are you afraid of? he asked. Who's going to hurt you?
She did not answer.
Another boy opened his lunch box as he passed, and shook out the
pieces of bread, left from his lunch.
Soon the children were gone, and the street was quiet again.
The little girl kicked at the stones a few minutes; then she looked
up. No one was looking at her, so she reached out one little hand and
picked up a crust of bread.
In a wink the bread was in her mouth. She reached out for another,
brushed off a little dirt, and ate that also.
Just then the policeman came down the street from the other corner.
The child quickly bent her head and looked down.
This time he came to where she sat, and stopped.
Are you going to sit here all day, little girl? he asked.
She did not answer.
Your mother will be looking for you. You'd better run home now,
like a good girl. Where do you live, anyway?
He bent down and lifted her chin, so she had to look up at him.
Where do you live, miss? Tell us now, that's a good girl.
I don't know. The child spoke slowly, half afraid.
O come now, of course you know, a big girl like you ought to know.
What's the name of the street?
I don't know.
Ah, you're only afraid of me. Don't be afraid of Jim Cunneen now.
I've a little girl at home just about your age.
He waited for her to answer, but she said nothing.
Come miss, you must think. How can I take you home if you don't
tell me where you live?
I don't know.
Oh, dear me! That is all I get for an answer. Well then, I'll have
to take you down to the station. May be you will find a tongue down
As he spoke, he took hold of her arm to help her up. Then he tried
one more question.
What is your name?
My name is Clematis.
As she spoke she moved her arm, and out from the coat peeped a
kitten. It was white, with a black spot over one eye.
There, that is better, answered the policeman. Now tell me your
That is all the name I have, just Clematis.
Well then, what is your father's name?
I haven't any father.
Ah, that is too bad, dear. Then tell me your mother's name. He
bent down lower to hear her reply.
I haven't any mother, either.
No father? No mother? The policeman lifted her gently to her feet.
Well miss, we won't stay here any longer. It is getting late.
Just then the kitten stuck its head out from her coat and said,
It seemed very glad to move on.
What's that now, a cat? Where did you get that?
It is my kitty, my very own, so I kept it. I didn't steal it. Its
name is Deborah, and it is my very own.
Ah, now she is finding her tongue, said the policeman, smiling;
while Clematis hugged the kitten.
But the little girl could tell him no more, so he led her along the
street toward the police station.
Before they had gone very far, they passed a baker's shop.
In the window were rolls, and cookies, and buns, and little cakes
with jam and frosting on them.
The smell of fresh bread came through the door.
What is the matter, miss? The man looked down, as Clematis stood
still before the window.
She was looking through the glass, at the rolls, and cakes, and
[Illustration: I don't want to stay here if you are going to throw
my cat away"]
The policeman smelled the fresh bread, and it made him hungry.
Are you hungry, little girl? he asked, looking down with a smile.
Wouldn't you be hungry if you hadn't had anything to eat all day
long? Clematis looked up at him with tears in her big brown eyes.
Nothing to eat all day? Why, you must be nearly starved! As he
spoke, the policeman started into the store, pulling Clematis after
She was so surprised that she almost dropped her kitten.
Miew, said poor Deborah, as if she knew they were going to starve
no longer. But it was really because she was squeezed so tight she
couldn't help it.
Now, Miss Clematis, do you see anything there you like?
Jim Cunneen smiled down at Clematis, as she peeped through the glass
case at the things inside.
She stood silent, with her nose right against the glass.
There were so many things to eat it almost took her breath away.
Well, what do you say, little girl? Don't you see anything you
May I choose anything I want?
Yes, miss. Just pick out what you like best.
The lady behind the counter smiled, as the policeman lifted Clematis
a little, so she could see better. There were cakes, and cookies, and
buns, and doughnuts.
May I have a cream cake? asked Clematis.
Of course you may. What else? He lifted her a bit higher.
Miew! said Deborah, from under her coat.
Oh, excuse me, cat, he said, as he set Clematis down. I forgot
you were there too.
The woman laughed, as she took out a cream cake, a cookie with nuts
on it, and a doughnut.
May I eat them now? asked Clematis, as she took the bag.
You start right in, and if that's not enough, you can have more.
But don't forget the cat.
Jim Cunneen laughed with the baker woman, while Clematis began to
eat the doughnut, as they started out.
Before long they came to a brick building that had big doors.
Here we are, said the policeman. They turned, and went inside.
There another policeman was sitting at a desk behind a railing.
Well, who comes here? asked the policeman at the desk.
That is more than I know, replied Jim Cunneen. I guess she's lost
out of the flower show. She says her name is Clematis.
Clematis said nothing. Her mouth was full of cream cake now, and a
little cream was running over her fingers.
Deborah was silent also. She was eating the last crumbs of the
Is that all you could find out? The other man looked at Clematis.
She says she has no father and no mother. Her cat is named Deborah.
That is all she told me.
Oh, well, I guess you scared her, Jim. Let me ask her. I'll find
The new policeman smiled at Clematis. Come on now, sister, he
said. Tell us where you live. That's a good girl.
Clematis reached up one hand and took hold of her friend's big
finger. She looked at the new policeman a moment.
If you didn't know where you lived, how could you tell anyone? she
Jim Cunneen laughed. He liked to feel her little hand.
See how scared she is of me, he said. We are old friends now.
Again they asked the little girl all the questions they could think
of. But it was of no use. She could not tell them where she lived. She
would not tell them very much about herself.
At last the Captain came in. They told him about this queer little
He asked her questions also. Then he said:
We shall have to send her to the Home. If anyone claims her he can
find her there.
So Clematis and Deborah were tucked into the big station wagon, and
Jim Cunneen took her to the Home, where lost children are sheltered and
CHAPTER II. THE CHILDREN'S HOME
As they climbed the steps leading to the Home, Clematis looked up at
What is this place? she asked.
This is the Children's Home, miss. You will have a fine time here.
A young woman with a kind face opened the door.
The policeman did not go in. Here is a child I found on Chambers
Street, he said. We can't find out where she lives.
Oh, I see, said the woman.
Could you take her in for a while, till we can find her parents?
Yes, I guess we have room for her. Come in, little girl.
At that moment there was a scratching sound, and Deborah stuck her
Miew, said Deborah, who was still hungry. Perhaps she thought it
was another bakery.
Dear me! cried the young woman, we can't have that cat in here.
Clematis drew back, and reached for Jim Cunneen's hand.
It's a very nice cat, I'm sure, said the policeman.
He felt sorry for Clematis. He knew how she loved her kitten.
But it's against the rules. The children can never have cats or
dogs in here.
Clematis, with tears in her eyes, turned away.
Come on, she said to her big friend. Let us go.
But Jim Cunneen drew her back. He loved little girls, and was also
fond of cats.
Don't you think the cook might need it for a day or two, to catch
the rats? he asked, with his best smile.
Oh dear me, I don't know. I don't think so. It's against the rules
for children to bring in pets.
Ah then, just wait a minute. I'll be right back.
The policeman ran down the steps and around the corner of the house,
while the young woman asked Clematis questions.
It's all right then, I'm sure, he called as he came back. Katie
says she would be very glad to have that cat to help her catch the
The young woman laughed; Clematis dried her tears, and Jim Cunneen
waved his hand and said goodby.
In another moment the door opened, and Clematis, with Deborah still
in her arms, was in her new home.
It was supper hour at the Children's Home. In the big dining room
three long tables were set.
At each place on the clean, bare table was a plate, a small yellow
bowl, and a spoon.
Beside each plate was a blue gingham bib.
Jane, one of the girls in the Home, was filling the bowls on her
table with milk from a big brown pitcher.
Two little girls worked at each of the tables. While one filled the
bowls, the other brought the bread.
She put two thick slices of bread and a big cookie on each plate.
The young woman who had let Clematis in, came to the table near the
There is a new girl at your table tonight, Jane, she said. She
will sit next to me.
All right, Miss Rose, answered Jane, carefully filling the last
Please may I ring the bell tonight, Miss Rose? asked Sally, who
had been helping Jane.
Miss Rose looked at the table. Every slice of bread and every cookie
was in place.
Yes, dear; your work is well done. You may ring.
At the sound of the supper bell, a tramping of many feet sounded in
the long hall.
The doors of the dining room were opened, and Mrs. Snow came in,
followed by a double line of little girls.
Each girl knew just where to find her place, and stood waiting for
the signal to sit.
A teacher stood at the head of each table, and beside Miss Rose was
the little stranger.
Mrs. Snow was the housemother. She asked the blessing, while every
little girl bowed her head.
Clematis stared about at the other children all this time, and
wondered what they were doing.
Now they were seated, and each girl buttoned her bib in place before
she tasted her supper.
Sally sat next to Clematis.
They gave you a bath, didn't they? she said, as she put her bread
into her bowl.
And you got a nice clean apron like ours, didn't you?
Clematis nodded again.
Oh, see her hair, it's lovely! sighed a little girl across the
table, who had short, straight hair.
Clematis' soft brown curls were neatly brushed, and tied with a dark
She did not look much like the child who came in an hour before.
What's her name? asked Jane, looking at Miss Rose.
We'll ask her tomorrow. Now stop talking please, so she can eat her
At that, the little girl looked up at Miss Rose and said: My name
is Clematis, and my kitty's name is Deborah.
Just as she said this, a very strange noise was heard. Every child
stopped eating. Miss Rose turned red, and Mrs. Snow looked up in
Miew, miew, miew, came from under the table. In another minute a
little head peeped over the edge of the table where Clematis sat. It
was a kitten, with a black spot over one eye.
Miew, miew, Deborah continued, and stuck her little red tongue
right into the yellow bowl. She was very hungry, and could wait no
[Illustration: Deborah was very hungry]
Mrs. Snow rapped on the table, for every child laughed right out.
What fun it was! No one had ever seen a cat in there before.
Miss Rose, will you kindly put that cat out. Put her out the front
door. Mrs. Snow was very stern. She didn't wish any cats in the Home.
Clematis looked at Mrs. Snow. Her eyes filled with tears, and she
began to sob.
Miss Rose turned as red as Deborah's tongue. She had not asked Mrs.
Snow if she might let the cat in. She thought it would stay in the
kitchen with Katie.
Did you hear me, Miss Rose? I wish you would please put the cat out
the door. We can't have it here.
Miss Rose started to get up, when Clematis slipped out of her chair,
hugging Deborah tightly to her breast.
The tears were running down her cheeks, as she started for the door.
Where are you going, little girl? said Mrs. Snow.
Clematis did not answer, but kept right on.
Stop her, Miss Rose. What is the matter, anyway? Dear me, what a
Miss Rose caught Clematis by the arm.
Wait, dear, she said. Don't act like that. Answer Mrs. Snow.
I don't care, sobbed Clematis, looking back. I don't want to stay
here if you are going to throw my cat away.
I should have asked you, Mrs. Snow, said Miss Rose. She had the
kitten with her. She cried to bring it in, and Katie said she would
care for it in the kitchen.
Oh, so that is it. Well, don't cry, child. Take it back to Katie,
and tell her to keep the door shut.
She's hungry, said Clematis, drying her eyes on her sleeve.
Well, ask Katie to feed her then, and come right back to the
CHAPTER III. THE FIRST NIGHT
Supper was soon finished, with many giggles from the little girls,
who hoped that Deborah would get in again.
Clematis ate every crumb of her bread and cookie. Her yellow bowl
looked as if Deborah had lapped it dry.
After supper, we play games. It's great fun, said Sally, as they
were folding their bibs.
The bell rang, and the long line of children formed once more.
They marched out through the long hall, up the broad stairs to the
There were little tables, with low chairs to match. Some of the
tables held games.
In one corner of the room was a great doll house, that a rich lady
had given to the Home.
In another corner was a small wooden swing with two seats.
A rocking horse stood near the window, and a box of bean bags lay on
a low shelf near by.
Soon all were playing happily, except Clematis, who stood near the
She was looking at the trees, which were sending out red buds. The
sun had set, and the sky was rosy with the last light of day.
Don't you want to play? asked Miss Rose, coming across the room.
Clematis shook her head.
What would you like to do, dear?
Clematis thought a moment.
I should like to help Katie in the kitchen. She must need some
Miss Rose smiled. If Clematis can get down into the kitchen, she
can see her kitten, she thought. She is a sly little puss herself.
I don't think you could go down tonight, but if you are a good girl
I am sure Katie will want you to help her before long.
Come now, and I will ask Jane to show you the doll house.
So the little girls took Clematis over to the doll house that stood
in the corner.
Jane opened the front door, so they could look in and see four
Lace curtains hung at the tiny windows. New rugs were on the floors.
There was a tiny kitchen, with a tiny stove and tiny kettles, all
just like your own house. It was enough to make any girl happy.
It was so much fun that Clematis forgot to be sad, and was not ready
to leave the doll house when the bell rang once more. It was bedtime.
That is the sleepy bell, said Jane, closing the door to the doll
house, and running toward the stairs.
Clematis was at the end of the row, as the girls went out of the
playroom, and Miss Rose spoke as she passed through the door.
I will show you where you are to sleep, my dear. You go with the
other children, and I'll come in a few minutes.
Clematis followed the other children up the stairs to the sleeping
Miss Rose soon came, and together they went to the room at the end
of the hall.
How sweet that room looked to the tired little stranger!
A white iron bed stood against the wall, near the window. A small
table held a wash basin and pitcher. There was a cup and soap dish,
Two clean towels hung near by.
Best of all was the little white bureau, with a mirror. The mirror
had a white frame.
There was a pink rug before the bureau, and beside the bureau was a
Oh, my! cried Clematis, see the flowers on the wall! The pink
wall paper was covered with white roses and their green leaves.
Miss Rose took a white nightdress from the bureau, and laid it on
Now, Clematis, I shall give you just ten minutes to undress. When I
come back I want you to be all ready for me.
Miss Rose went out, and Clematis started on her shoes.
I guess she don't know how fast I can undress, she said to
When Miss Rose came back, in ten minutes, she found Clematis already
in bed, and half asleep.
Why Clematis, this will never do! Miss Rose pulled back the sheet
and made Clematis sit up.
There, beside the bed, was a pile of clothes. There were the
stockings, just as she had pulled them off.
The boots were thrown down on the clean gingham dress, and the fresh
apron was sadly crushed.
I am sorry, little girl, said Miss Rose, but you will have to get
Why? asked Clematis.
No little girl can go to bed without washing her face and hands. No
little girl can leave her clothes like this.
Isn't this my room? said Clematis, slowly getting out of bed.
It is for tonight. We always let a new child sleep alone the first
Wasn't I quick in getting into bed? Why must I get up?
Look, dear. Look at that pile of clothes.
Oh, I always leave them there, replied Clematis. Then I know just
where to find them in the morning.
We don't do so here, Clematis. Now please pick up the clothes, fold
them, and put them on the chair.
Then put your boots under the chair, and take off your pretty hair
Clematis gathered the clothes together, but she was not happy.
I know you are tired, dear, but I am tired too, and we must do
things right, even if we are tired.
Now I must show you how to wash, and brush your teeth, and then
have you say your prayers, before I can leave you.
Oh bother! sighed Clematis.
No, we mustn't say words like that. Come now, we will get washed.
Miss Rose poured some water from the pitcher, and made Clematis wash
her hands, and arms, and face, carefully. Then she took a toothbrush
from a box and gave it to her.
What is this for? asked Clematis.
Why dear, answered Miss Rose in surprise, that is a tooth brush.
A tooth brush! Why, there is no hair on my teeth.
Miss Rose laughed. No dear, perhaps not, but we must brush them
carefully each night with water, or they will soon be aching.
Will that stop teeth from aching?
Yes indeed, it will help very much to keep them from aching.
All right, then. Clematis began to brush her teeth. My teeth
ached last week. I nearly died, she answered.
The teeth were cleaned, and Clematis was ready for bed.
Now dear, let us say our prayers.
I don't know any prayers.
Miss Rose looked at Clematis in pity. Don't you really know any
prayers at all?
Would you know any prayers if you had never learned any?
Miss Rose smiled sadly.
Well, then, she said, we will learn the Lord's Prayer, and then
you will know the most beautiful prayer of all.
They knelt down together, and Clematis said over the words after
Now good night, dear, and pleasant dreams, said Miss Rose, as she
tucked her in.
Good night, said Clematis.
The door closed, and all was dark.
The maple trees swayed gently outside the window.
They nodded to Clematis, as she watched them with sleepy eyes.
One little star peeped in at her through the maple tree.
CHAPTER IV. WHO IS CLEMATIS?
The bright sun was shining on the red buds of the maple tree when
Clematis woke the next morning.
It was early. The rising bell had not rung. Clematis got up and
looked out of the open window.
She could see nothing but houses across the street, but the buds of
the maple were beautiful in the sun.
I wish I had some of those buds to put in my room, said Clematis
She took her clothes, and began to dress. While she was dressing,
she looked again at the maple buds, and wanted them more than ever.
If I reached out a little way, I could get some of those, I just
know I could, she thought.
As soon as she got her shoes on she pushed the window wide open.
She leaned out. Some beautiful buds were very near, but she could
not quite reach them.
She leaned out a little farther. Then she climbed upon the window
They were still out of her reach.
For a minute she stopped. Then she put one foot out in the gutter.
With one hand she held the blind, and reached out to the nearest
At last she had it. She drew it nearer, and broke off a piece with
As the piece broke off, the branch flew back again to its place, and
Clematis almost fell back through the window to the floor.
She patted the red buds and made a little bunch of them. She filled
her cup with water and put the buds in it; then she put it on the
Clematis was looking proudly at them, when the door opened, and Miss
Rose came in.
She looked at Clematis, and then at the buds.
Why, Clematis! she said.
Then she looked out the window. There, several feet beyond the
window, was the broken end. Drops of sap were running from the white
How did you get those buds? asked Miss Rose.
I reached out of the window, said Clematis, why, was that
Miss Rose gasped.
Clematis, do you mean to tell me that you climbed out of the window
and reached for that branch?
Clematis nodded. Tears came into her eyes. She must have done
something very wrong, but she did not know just what was so wicked
about taking a small branch from a maple tree.
I didn't know it was stealing, she sobbed.
It isn't that, Clematis. It is not wrong to take a twig, but think
of the danger. Don't you know you might have fallen and killed
Clematis wiped her eyes on her sleeve.
Oh, that's nothing, she said, I had hold of the blind all the
time. I couldn't fall.
Now, Clematis, no child ever did such a thing before, and you must
never, never, do it again. Do you understand?
Do you promise?
Well then, let's get ready for breakfast.
Clematis washed her face and hands, brushed her hair, and cleaned
her teeth carefully.
Soon she was ready to go down stairs, and took one of the maple buds
to put in her dress.
As they went out, Miss Rose saw that she wanted to say something.
Do you want something? she said.
Can I help Katie this morning?
After breakfast I will ask Mrs. Snow, but breakfast is almost ready
Just then the breakfast bell rang, and Clematis marched in with the
other children. She was thinking about Deborah, and wondering if she
had caught any rats.
For breakfast they had baked apples, oatmeal with milk, and rye
It did not take them long to eat this. Soon they were through, and
ready for the morning work.
As they were getting up, Mrs. Snow came to speak to Miss Rose.
Clematis held her breath when she heard what was said.
Perhaps this little girl would like to go down and play with her
kitten a while. We can find some work for her by and by.
Oh yes, said Clematis, I would.
Well, you can tell Katie I said you might. Be sure not to get in
Off ran Clematis to the kitchen, to find her dear Deborah.
There she was, curled up like a little ball under the stove.
She looked with sleepy eyes at Clematis, and crawled down into her
Then Clematis smoothed her and patted her, till she purred her very
Ah, said Katie. It's a fine cat. It caught a big rat in the
night, and brought it in, as proud as pie.
Do you think they will let me keep her? asked Clematis.
Oh, I guess so. If she catches the rats, she will be welcome here.
You can be sure of that. I hate rats.
While Clematis and Deborah were having such a good time in the
kitchen, Mrs. Snow took Miss Rose to her room.
Well, Miss Rose, have you found out anything about that strange
Not very much yet. She talks very little, and has had very little
What makes you think so?
Why, the poor child didn't know what a tooth brush was for. She
said she always left her clothes in a pile by the bed, because she
could find them all in the morning.
Mrs. Snow sighed.
Dear me, she will need much care, to teach her how to do things
well. But I guess her folks will come for her before long.
I don't know who her folks can be. She has never learned any
Poor child, she must be a sad case. Mrs. Snow sighed again.
But she is very fearless. This morning, before I went to her room,
she had climbed out of the window and broken off a piece of the maple
tree with buds on it.
What, way up there at the roof?
Yes, she said that was nothing, for she had hold of the blind.
What did she want the branch for?
She wanted it for the red buds. She broke them off and put them in
her cup, like flowers.
Well, Miss Rose, take her out to walk this afternoon, and ask her
some questions. Perhaps you can find out where she lives.
CHAPTER V. CLEMATIS BEGINS TO LEARN
Clematis played with Deborah all the morning. She forgot about
helping Katie, and when Katie asked her if she wanted to help her peel
some potatoes, she said:
I don't know how.
[Illustration: Didn't you ever peel potatoes?]
Didn't you ever peel potatoes? asked Katie.
No, I never had to do any work.
Well, you will have to be doing some work round here. It's lucky
for you that Mrs. Snow is good to little girls. You would have a hard
row to hoe in some homes, believe me.
Clematis was busy tying her hair ribbon round Deborah's neck, and
did not answer.
The morning went fast, and the dinner was ready before Clematis was
ready to leave her kitten.
For dinner they had soup, in the little yellow bowls, with a big
piece of Johnny cake, and some ginger bread.
As soon as dinner was over, Miss Rose brought Clematis a brown coat.
It was not new, but it was neat and warm, much better than the one
she had worn the day before.
Come, Clematis, she said, I am going out to walk. Don't you want
to go with me?
Where are you going? asked Clematis, shrinking back.
Oh, out in the park, and down by the river. I think you will like
Clematis put on the coat as quickly as she could. Then she took Miss
Rose by the hand.
Come on, let's go, she said.
You might wait till I get my coat and hat on. Miss Rose was
laughing at her.
Soon they were down by the river. Miss Rose sat on the gravel, while
Clematis ran along the edge of the water.
She sailed bits of wood for boats, and threw little stones in, to
see the rings they made. She was very, very happy.
Clematis, said Miss Rose, don't you remember the street you lived
Clematis thought a minute.
How would you know the street you lived on if nobody ever told
Miss Rose thought a moment.
Don't you remember your mother's name?
Clematis shook her head.
I don't remember. It was a long time ago.
Do you mean she died a long time ago?
Miss Rose asked her some other questions. At last she said:
Well, tell me the name of the man you lived with.
His name was Smith.
Oh dear, there are so many Smiths, we shall never guess the right
one. Dear me, Clematis. I don't know how we shall ever find your home.
Clematis threw a big stone into the water, which made a big splash.
I hope you never will, she said.
Why, Clematis! Do you mean that you wish never to go back where you
Well, how would you like to live in a place where you had to stay
in an old brick yard all day, and never saw even grass?
[Illustration: Thinking of the land of flowers]
Miss Rose thought a while. Then she got up and started back to the
Clematis followed her slowly. She was sorry to go.
That night Mrs. Snow talked with Miss Rose again.
She must have lived in the city, said Miss Rose. She had to stay
in a yard paved with bricks all day. She doesn't remember her parents
at all. She ran away, that is sure.
I hardly know what to do, said Mrs. Snow, at last. She can stay
here for a while, and perhaps the people she lived with will find her
So Mrs. Snow told the policeman what they had found out, and he said
they would do the best they could to find her people.
That night Clematis did not go to the little room near the maple
tree to sleep. She went into the big room.
Jane slept in the bed next to hers. Miss Rose told her to see that
Clematis had what help she needed in going to bed.
The day had been a busy one for Clematis. She was very sleepy.
I guess I won't bother with teeth and things tonight, she said to
So she pulled off her clothes, and got into bed.
Oh Clematis, you can't do that. You've got to pick up your clothes,
and clean your teeth, and do lots of things.
Jane came and shook her, as she snuggled under the clothes.
Oh, I'm too tired tonight. I'll do it tomorrow night.
Clematis did not stir.
Just then Miss Rose came into the sleeping room.
She saw Jane trying to get Clematis out of bed. She also saw the
pile of clothes.
Clematis, I can't have this. Get right out of bed, and do as I told
you last night.
She wanted children to obey her, and she had tried to be very kind
The other children giggled, as Clematis got slowly out of bed.
But Miss Rose frowned at them.
You see that she does every single thing she ought, said Miss Rose
to Jane, and if she doesn't, you tell me.
Then Miss Rose went away, and left the girls to get ready for bed.
Poor Clematis had a hard time of it. The other girls made fun of
her, because she was so clumsy and slow. At last she got her clothes
folded up, and went to wash.
She isn't washing her neck and ears, said Jane to herself, but I
guess I won't tell.
So at last Clematis got into bed again, and went to sleep.
CHAPTER VI. CLEMATIS HAS A HARD ROW
It was all Jane could do the next morning to make Clematis get up
when the rising bell rang.
I don't want to get up yet, grumbled Clematis. I will get up
No you won't either. You'll get up right off now. We have to be
ready for breakfast in fifteen minutes.
Jane pulled down the clothes, while the other girls laughed. Poor
Clematis had to get up.
At first she was cross, but when she looked out of the window, she
From this window she could see way off to a beautiful hill, golden
brown in the morning sun.
Part way to the hill was a river. Its little waves shimmered and
danced. Its shores were quite green already.
Now Clematis was wide awake and happy. She started to dress.
Wash first, said Jane.
Clematis started to grumble again, but when she looked into the
mirror above the wash stand, there was the river, smiling at her in the
She knew this river. She had been there. Perhaps she would go again
For breakfast they had a bowl of oatmeal and milk, with two slices
Clematis looked around while they were eating.
Don't you ever get a cup of coffee for breakfast? she asked of
Sally, who sat next to her.
Oh, no, never, but sometimes we have cocoa, on real cold mornings.
Clematis turned up her nose a little. She did not care much for
I like doughnuts and coffee a great deal better, she said.
Huh, you won't have any doughnuts and coffee round here, said
Jane. You'd better eat what you have.
Clematis took her advice, and had just finished her bread, when the
Now, Clematis, said Miss Rose, you are going to stay here for a
while anyway, so you must take your part in the daily work.
I think you said yesterday you would like to help Katie in the
Oh, yes'm, said Clematis. She had been thinking of Deborah and
longing to see her.
Well, let's go down and see what Katie can find for you to do.
There was Deborah, sleeping under the edge of the stove. Clematis
took her while Miss Rose was asking Katie.
This little girl thinks she would like to have some work down here
in the kitchen, Katie. Is there anything you would like her to do?
Ah, no thank you, Miss Rose, she wouldn't be any use at all.
Clematis looked up. She did not feel very happy.
Why, don't you think she could help you? Miss Rose looked
No miss, she is no use at all. Yesterday I asked her to peel some
potatoes, but she never lifted a finger. She said she didn't know how.
Why, Clematis, I am surprised.
Well, said Clematis, if you never learned to peel potatoes, would
you know how to do it?
Yes, I think I should. Katie would have shown you, if you had been
willing to try.
Clematis hung her head, and buried her face in Deborah's soft fur.
You see, miss, she's of no use to me. She don't want to work at
all. Her cat, now, is a worker. She caught a big rat in the night.
Well then, Clematis, we shall have to ask Mrs. Snow to find you
something else to do.
Clematis dropped her kitten, and the tears ran down her cheeks, as
she followed Miss Rose upstairs.
Katie looked after her with a sad smile.
She'll have a hard row to hoe round here, believe me, she said to
Mrs. Snow frowned when Miss Rose told her.
I am very sorry, she said. She may work with Jane, then, in the
dormitory. Jane is a good worker and can teach her.
Poor Clematis was rather frightened when she heard that she was to
work in the dormitory. She was afraid a dormitory was some dark place
like a prison. She did not know that the dormitory was the big room
where she had slept.
Soon Clematis was back in the big room again. There she took the
place of another little girl, who was making up the beds with Jane.
Hurry up now, said Jane. We have got to get these beds all made
up before nine o'clock. School begins then.
She showed Clematis how to tuck the sheet in, down at the foot, and
pull it up smooth at the head of the bed.
Clematis was looking out of the window, way over the river, to the
sunny brown hill.
There now. Why don't you look out? said Jane. For Clematis had
given such a pull that she pulled all the clothes out at the foot of
I was looking out, so there, said Clematis.
Yes, looking out of the window, that's all. Jane was vexed.
Now hurry up and get them tucked in again.
But Clematis was very clumsy, and not very willing. She had never
had to make beds before. She didn't see any need of it.
Why can't you leave the blankets till you go to bed, and then just
pull them up? she said, pouting.
Because you can't, that's why. And you'd better try, or you'll
never get a chance to go to the country.
What do you mean? Who goes to the country?
Clematis came round the bed and took Jane by the arm.
Why, most of the children who do well, or try hard to do well, go
to the country for two weeks in the summer.
To the country where the flowers grow, and where there is grass all
Sure, and where they give you milk and apple pie. Oh, apple pie
even for breakfast, and doughnuts between meals. I had doughnuts every
Crickety! said Clematis.
You'd better not let Miss Rose hear you say that, and you needn't
worry. You won't go to any country, when you can't even make beds.
Clematis gave Jane a frightened look, and started to work the best
she knew how.
But the best Clematis knew how was very poor work, and by the time
the bell rang for school, one bed still had to be done.
Let it alone, said Jane. I can make it up faster myself.
Her hands and feet moved fast enough to surprise little Clematis,
who followed her friend down to the school room, wondering how long it
would take her to learn to make beds.
CHAPTER VII. WHAT CLEMATIS FOUND
School began with music, and Miss Rose went to the piano. The minute
she began to play, Clematis stood up, and stared at her.
Sit down. Don't stand up now. Jane pulled her sleeve.
But Clematis paid no attention. She kept her eyes on the piano, and
seemed to hear nothing else.
The song was of Spring; of birds, and brooks, and flowers. Clematis
listened to every word, and when it was finished she sat down with a
After the singing, they had a class in reading.
Clematis stared at the words on the blackboard, but could not tell
any of them.
Have you learned any of your letters? asked Miss Rose.
No'm, said Clematis.
The other children giggled, for Clematis was as large as Jane. Jane
was eight, and could read very well.
Tomorrow you must go into the special class, and you must work
hard, and catch up as fast as you can.
Clematis was angry. She didn't like to be laughed at.
At recess, all the children ran out into the yard to play. It was a
large yard, with a high wooden fence around it.
Glad to be free, Jane ran off to find some chums, and left Clematis
to play by herself.
So Clematis wandered round by the fence till she came to a sunny
spot, near the big maple tree with the red buds.
Here she picked up a dead twig and sat down, turning over the dried
leaves with the twig, and throwing them in the air.
As she picked up the leaves, she saw some blades of grass beneath
Then she picked up more leaves, and found many blades of grass
growing beneath their warm shelter.
Clematis got up and walked near the fence, where the leaves were
thicker. There she poked them away, and found longer blades of grass,
and new leaves, green and shiny.
Oh, she said to herself, I hope I can come out here every day.
Then she stopped. She pushed away some more leaves. She looked
around at the other children.
None of them were looking at her.
She stooped, and took something from under the pile of leaves.
Again she looked about, but nobody was paying attention to her. All
the children were playing games.
Then a sound made her look up. It was the bell. Recess was over, and
all the children were going in.
Clematis put her hand into her apron pocket quickly, and followed
the other children back to school.
How has the new girl done today? asked Mrs. Snow, just before they
sat down to dinner.
She seems to feel more at home, replied Miss Rose. She doesn't
know her letters yet. I guess she has grown up all by herself.
That is too bad. I will give her a test this afternoon, about
three. If she would like to play with her kitten in the playroom for an
hour, after dinner, she may do so.
Oh, I am sure she would be glad to see her kitten. She is a queer
child. At recess she stole away all by herself, to play by the fence.
The children were coming in now, and Mrs. Snow nodded to Miss Rose,
as she went to her chair.
Little Sally had been just behind Miss Rose as she said the last
words to Mrs. Snow. She heard part of the words she said, and began to
whisper to her neighbor.
She said somebody stole something. It must be that new girl. See
how queer she looks.
Then of course the neighbor had to whisper to the girl next to her.
Do you know what it was the new girl stole? See how funny she
looks. She'd better not steal anything of mine.
In a minute Clematis knew they were talking about her. She didn't
know what it was, but she knew it was unkind.
They were looking at her, and talking to each other. Her face turned
red. She could not eat. One hand went deep into her apron pocket.
Miss Rose quickly saw that something was wrong. She knew that little
girls often made fun of the strangers, and it vexed her.
Any little girl who is not polite, she said, may leave the table
The girls stopped talking, but they poked each other with their feet
under the table. They were sure Clematis had stolen something, for she
looked just as if she had.
Come, Clematis, eat your dinner now.
Yes'm, said Clematis. But it was hard to swallow the bread.
She drank the soup, and left most of the bread by her bowl.
As soon as the bell rang, Miss Rose beckoned to her.
Would you like to take Deborah to the playroom for a while, and
play with her there?
Clematis looked very much surprised. She had expected some new
Oh, yes'm, she gasped, and started down to the kitchen, glad to
get away from the other girls, who had been watching.
Then Miss Rose beckoned to Jane.
Jane, what were the girls saying about Clematis at the table?
Jane hung her head. She did not like to repeat such awful things
about Clematis, for she really liked her, though it was hard to teach
her to work.
Tell me, Jane. Miss Rose wants to know.
The girls were saying she stole something.
Stole something? Why, what did she steal, Jane?
I don't know. I just heard them saying she had stolen something.
She looked just as if she had.
Very well. Thank you, Jane.
Jane went down to the school room, where all the girls were eager to
know what Clematis had stolen. But Jane could tell them nothing.
She just asked me what you said, Jane declared.
That's just like Jane, cried Sally. She knows all the time, only
she won't tell.
While they were talking, Clematis was finding a cosy corner in the
playroom, and smoothing out every hair on Deborah's smooth back.
Deborah seemed very happy, and purred all the time.
I don't care if they do say mean things, and make noses at me. You
won't ever, will you, Debby?
Purr, purr, purr, said Deborah. No indeed, she never would.
Time went fast, and it was three o'clock before Clematis had got
Deborah settled down for sleep in a little bed she made for her beneath
Take her downstairs now, Clematis, said Miss Rose, coming in.
Then come up to Mrs. Snow's room. We want to ask you some questions.
Again Clematis turned red. She went slowly downstairs, with Deborah
under one arm. The other hand deep in her apron pocket.
She surely looks as if something were wrong, thought Miss Rose, as
Clematis looked very unhappy when she went to Mrs. Snow's room.
Come in, little girl, said Mrs. Snow, kindly. There are some
things I want to ask you about.
Yes'm, replied Clematis, her lips quivering.
First, I want to know what all this talk is about. Some of the
girls were saying that you took something which did not belong to you.
Can that be true?
Clematis hung her head. The tears came into her eyes.
Don't cry, Clematis, said Miss Rose. Just tell Mrs. Snow what it
is, and perhaps we can make it all right again.
What was it, little girl? asked Mrs. Snow, as she drew her nearer.
It was mine, I found it first, sobbed Clematis.
Yes, but you must remember that if we find a thing, that does not
make it ours. We must find the true owner, and give it back. That is
the only honest thing to do.
What was it you found? asked Miss Rose.
I don't kn-ow.
Where did you find it?
Do-wn by the fe-ence.
Where is it now, Clematis? Mrs. Snow spoke kindly, as she wiped
the child's face with her handkerchief.
It's in my pocket, answered Clematis.
She drew out her closed hand, held it before the two ladies, and
slowly opened it.
Within lay a limp, withered dandelion blossom.
CHAPTER VIII. A VISITOR
Mrs. Snow still tells the story of how Clematis stole the first
dandelion of the springtime, out under the leaves.
People laugh when they hear the story. You see, it all came about
because the children told tales on each other, and it was a good joke
But as Clematis stood there, before Mrs. Snow and Miss Rose, she
didn't see the joke at all. She cried, and hid her face in her arms.
Come here, dear, said Mrs. Snow. It is all right, and you shall
have every dandelion you find in the yard.
Wasn't it stealing? sobbed Clematis.
No, it was all right, if you found it first.
And can I have all I find first?
Yes, indeed you can.
Clematis lifted her head, and wiped the tears from her eyes.
Oh, she said, and seemed happy once more. She smoothed the limp
little flower in her hot hand.
And now, said Mrs. Snow, I wonder if you can tell us some more
Yes'm, I'll tell you all you ask, and I won't tell any lies.
I'm sure you won't. Perhaps you can remember, now, where you lived
before you came here.
Clematis shook her head. I told Miss Rose every single thing, she
Except that I ran away.
Clematis hung her head again.
Why did you run away?
Well, wouldn't you run away, if you had to stay in a yard all day
that was nothing but bricks?
Mrs. Snow smiled. Perhaps I would, she replied.
Didn't you ever go out at all? asked Miss Rose, who had been
Just sometimes, to go over to the store. Just across the street and
back, and that was all bricks, too.
[Illustration: Clematis held out her hand]
Do you think you could find your way home again, if Miss Rose went
Clematis shook her head. Oh, no. It was a long, long way. I was
most dead from walking.
Mrs. Snow thought a moment. Then she said, Miss Rose tells me that
you have not learned to read. Is that true?
Yes'm, I never learned to do anything except count the change I
got. But I can learn to read, and do numbers, too.
Clematis spoke without sobbing now. She was thinking of the country,
where girls went who did well.
Do you think you could take her in a class by herself for a short
time? Mrs. Snow asked, turning to Miss Rose.
Miss Rose was about to answer, when one of the older girls came to
What is it, Ruth?
Please, Mrs. Snow, a man wants to see you.
What is his name?
His name is Smith. He wants to see you about a little girl.
As she said this, Miss Rose looked up quickly.
Clematis also looked up. Her face turned red, and she put a finger
in her mouth.
Tell him to come in here.
In another minute a small, thin man walked in.
He was poorly dressed, and looked as if he had been ill.
Did you wish to see me about one of the children? asked Mrs. Snow.
Yes, marm, about this little girl right here.
The man turned and smiled at Clematis, who was standing close by
Hello, Clematis, I thought I should find you somewhere.
Clematis smiled too, but she did not speak.
Oh, said Mrs. Snow, are you the one who took care of this little
Yes, marm. I've had her ever since she was a little baby.
Mrs. Snow thought a minute.
I suppose you want to take her home with you.
I don't know about that. I have no home to keep a child in, and do
right by her. You see, my wife is sick most of the time.
Don't you know any of her folks who could care for her?
No, marm. Her mother came to our house when Clematis was a tiny
baby. She said the father was dead. Then she died too, and we could
never find out who she was.
Do you know her last name? asked Miss Rose.
No, miss. We never knew her last name. She said it was Jones, but
we never believed that was the truth. This little girl we just called
Didn't she have anything to help you find out who she was? asked
Mrs. Snow in surprise.
Not a single thing, except this picture.
The man took out a small photograph.
It showed three girls standing together in front of a brick
That is her mother on the left, marm, but I don't see how the
picture helps very much.
That is true. Still, the picture is better than nothing.
That is just what we thought, marm, Mr. Smith replied. We kept
her along, hoping we should find some one to claim her, but no one
came. She is too big for us to care for now.
Then you are ready to give her up?
Yes, marm, if you will care for her. She is very restless, and
always wanting to run off.
Mrs. Snow turned to Clematis.
Do you think you would rather stay here, than go back with Mr.
Yes'm, said Clematis, quickly. She had been thinking of the visits
to the country. If she went back to the yard, all made of bricks, how
would she ever see the grass and flowers?
Very well, Mr. Smith. I think you have done a good deal to keep her
as long as you have. She was well fed, even if she didn't learn much.
Thank you, marm.
Then Miss Rose took Clematis out of the office, while Mrs. Snow
talked with Mr. Smith.
All the afternoon Clematis wondered what they were going to do with
After supper Miss Rose called to her, as the children were going to
Clematis, she said, do you think that if you stayed here you
could work real hard, and learn to do as the other children do?
Very well. Mrs. Snow finds that we can keep you here. I will try to
teach you myself, so you can catch up with the other children.
Yes'm, said Clematis.
That is all she said, but she was so glad, that she could not sleep
for a long time after she went to bed.
She lay awake thinking, and thinking, of the things she would learn
to do, so she might go at last to the country, the land of flowers, and
grass, and birds; the land where white clouds floated always in a blue,
CHAPTER IX. THE SECRET
The next morning Clematis did better in helping Jane with the beds,
and before many mornings had passed she learned so well that Miss Rose
praised her for her work.
When she wanted to stop trying, and wanted to get up without washing
her face and hands, and cleaning her teeth, she would look out the
window at the hill beyond the river.
It seemed to smile at her and say:
Don't forget the beautiful country, little girl. Remember the birds
and the flowers. Do the best you can.
But there were so many things to do that it seemed to poor Clematis
as if she would never learn half of them.
When she tried to help in setting the table, she dropped some
She said things that made the other girls cross, for she had never
learned to play with other girls, and she forgot that she could no
longer do just as she pleased.
Worst of all, she did not always pay attention to study, and when
Miss Rose left her to do some numbers, would be looking out of the
window, instead of working on her paper.
So the days went on, and spring was almost over.
The dandelions had all blossomed and grown up tall, with white caps
on their heads, and there were no other flowers in the yard.
One day Clematis found something which made her almost as happy as
if she had found some flowers.
At first she thought she would keep it a secret, and tell no one
about it. Then she thought how good Jane had been to her, so she went
up to her when she was standing alone.
Say, Jane, if I tell you a secret will you promise not to tell
Sure, I'll promise, said Jane. What is it?
Clematis looked around. The other children were playing games.
Come over here, she said.
She led Jane to the big board fence which stood at the back of the
Then she got down on her knees and took hold of one of the boards.
It was loose, and she could pull it out.
See, look through there, said Clematis, in a low voice.
Her face shone with pleasure as she peeped through.
Jane knelt down, and peeped through too. Beyond the fence she could
see into another yard.
In this yard there was grass growing, and flower-beds, where the
flowers were beginning to grow up in green shoots.
But this was not all. Not far from the fence, by a corner of the
garden, stood a low bush. She could smell its sweet fragrance from
where she knelt.
Do you see it? whispered Clematis.
Of course I see it. I can smell it too. It's great.
Jane took in a long breath of the fragrance, and smiled at Clematis.
Oh, I wish I had some of those blossoms. Clematis looked eagerly
at the blossoms. Do you know what they are, Jane?
Oh, yes; those are lilacs.
The two girls had just time to take one more deep breath, full of
the fragrance from the lilac blossoms, before the bell rang.
Jane kept her promise, and while the lilacs lasted, they used to go
often to their secret place and smell the fragrance of the blossoms.
The first of July, some of the girls began to start for their
vacations in the country.
Now it was harder than ever for Clematis to stick to her work. She
kept thinking of the beautiful fields, when she should have been
thinking of numbers.
I don't know what we are going to do with you, Clematis, said Miss
Rose one day.
You do try hard sometimes. You have learned to make beds well. You
are a good girl about your clothes, morning and night. But you are
dreaming of other things, I fear. What is it you dream about so much?
Clematis thought a moment.
Do you think I will have a chance to go to the country?
She looked up at Miss Rose. Her face was white and anxious.
Why Clematis. I don't know. You wouldn't be very much help I am
afraid. You quarrel with the other children, and you are very slow to
Yes'm, said Clematis, and hung her head.
Still, said Miss Rose, you might have a chance later. If you try
hard I will not forget you.
Clematis tried to feel happier then, but there were so many things
to learn, and so few days to learn them in, that she hardly dared to
hope very much.
She found it very hard to learn to play happily with the other
children, and liked it much better just to get Deborah all by herself
and play with her.
July went by, and the children began to come back again. They told
stories of the wonderful things they had seen, and now Clematis was
only too glad to sit near them and listen.
[Illustration: Clematis is better]
Oh, said Sally, who had been to Maine, Mr. Lane had a field
almost as big as a whole city, full of long grass and daisies.
Would he let you pick the daisies? asked Clematis.
Of course he would; all you wanted.
Where is Maine? asked Clematis, eagerly.
Hear her talk, said another girl, named Betty, with a sniff. She
needn't worry, she'll never get a chance to pick any.
Betty was not very kind, and did not like Clematis. She often made
fun of the younger children.
Clematis turned red. Her eyes flashed, and she was about to answer,
when the supper bell rang.
They had just sat down at the table, when Betty said to a girl near
You ought to hear Clematis. She thinks she is going to the country.
Just as if anybody would have her around.
Betty sat next to Clematis, who heard every word.
She had tried to be a good girl and learn, just as Miss Rose asked
Her face burned, and her eyes flashed more than ever.
Before she stopped to think, she turned and waved her spoon before
Betty's face, saying:
You can't stop me. You'd better keep quiet, you old pig!
Betty was so startled that she moved back. Her arm struck her bowl
of milk, and the milk spilled out, all over the table.
Part of it spilled down into her lap.
Then Clematis began to cry. When Miss Rose sent her away from the
table, and up to her bed, she went willingly.
She was glad to get away from the other children.
Miss Rose saw how sad she was, and knew how naughty Betty had been,
so she did not punish her.
I am very sorry you have not learned to behave more politely,
Clematis. Perhaps this will be a lesson to you.
That was all she said before Clematis went to bed, but Clematis
cried quietly a long, long time.
She felt that she had made every one look at her, right in front of
Mrs. Snow. What would Mrs. Snow think of her now?
CHAPTER X. TWO DOCTORS
It was very late before Clematis fell asleep that night, and in the
morning she had a headache.
When she got up she had to sit on the bed, she felt so dizzy.
Miss Rose found her sitting there.
Why, Clematis, she said. Are you sick?
Yes'm, I guess so, whispered the poor little girl.
Lie right down again, dear, and perhaps you will feel better.
They brought her a cup of cocoa, and some toast, for breakfast, but
she could not eat.
All day she lay there, pale and sick.
In the afternoon old Doctor Field came in to see her. He sat down by
the bed and asked her some questions.
He looked at her tongue, and felt her pulse. Then he took out some
little pills and gave them to Miss Rose.
I guess you had better put her in a single room, he said. Give
her some of these in water, every two hours during the day.
He smiled at Clematis before he went out. I guess she will feel
better in the morning, when I come again.
But in the morning Clematis was not better. She was worse.
How did she pass the night? asked Doctor Field, as he felt her
Not very well, said Miss Rose. She did not sleep much, and had a
good deal of pain.
Doctor Field looked at her chest and arms.
It might be chicken pox, or measles, he said, but I don't see any
of the usual signs.
Little Clematis lay and looked at him steadily.
Did you want something, dear? he asked.
I want a drink, she said. I want a drink of cold, cold water.
Yes, dear, you shall have a drink, of course you shall.
The old doctor went into the hall with Miss Rose.
She may have a drink, but only a little at a time. And I wouldn't
let it be too cold. She really gets enough water with her medicine.
Soon they brought Clematis a little water in a cup. She raised her
head and drank it, but then made a face and turned her head away.
It isn't any good, she said.
That evening old Doctor Field came again. He looked carefully at
Clematis, and shook his head.
I guess it's only a slow fever. It's nothing catching, he said.
She'll be better in a few days.
The few days passed, but Clematis was not better.
At night she was restless, and slept little. Even when she did
sleep, her slumber was disturbed by bad dreams.
She talked to herself during these dreams, though people couldn't
understand what she said.
Doctor Field came to see her every day or two, but he could not tell
what her sickness was. He always said:
Just give her the medicine as directed, and she will be better
Miss Rose had asked Mrs. Snow if she might take care of her, for she
had come to love little Clematis, and Clematis loved her in return.
The school work did not take her time very much now, so Mrs. Snow
was glad to let Miss Rose care for Clematis.
If she stayed away very long, Clematis would call for her. She
wanted her in the room.
Mrs. Snow, said Miss Rose, one day, after Clematis had been ill
more than two weeks, I am very anxious about Clematis.
Is she no better?
No, I feel she is worse. She keeps asking for a cold drink of
water, and says she is burning up. I wish I dared give her some, and
keep her cooler.
Well, I think I should follow the doctor's directions. It wouldn't
be wise to do anything that is not directed by him.
Don't you suppose we could have another doctor to look at her, Mrs.
No, I fear not; not just now, anyway.
Miss Rose went back to the little room upstairs with a sad heart.
She knew Clematis was very ill.
That night she prayed that something might be done for the little
sick girl, and the next morning she felt as if her prayers had been
answered, when Doctor Field came.
I shall have to be away for a short time, Miss Rose, he said,
after he looked at Clematis, and felt her pulse.
A young man, Doctor Wyatt, will take my place, and I am sure he
will do all that can be done.
Can he come today? asked Miss Rose. I wish he could see her
I will ask him. I think he will be much interested in Clematis. I
should like to see her well again myself, but I must be out of town a
Oh, I hope he will come today, and I hope he will take an interest
in my little girl, said Miss Rose to herself.
I know she can be cured, if we only know what is the matter.
That afternoon Doctor Wyatt came. Miss Rose was glad when she saw
him, for he was so kind, and so wise, that she knew he would do the
best he could.
The afternoon was hot, and Clematis was covered with hot blankets,
as directed by Doctor Field.
Dr. Wyatt took the blankets, and threw them off.
The poor child will roast under those, he said.
Then he sat beside her, and watched her.
Is there anything you would like? he said at last, in a pleasant
Yes, I want a cold drink of water. Her voice sounded faint and
What does she have to drink? asked Doctor Wyatt.
We give her water now and then, as directed by Dr. Field. But we do
not give her very much, and not very cold.
Have you any oranges in the house?
I could get some.
Then take the white of an egg, and put with it the juice of a whole
orange. Add half a glass of water, with pieces of ice.
Have good big pieces of ice, Doctor Wyatt called after her, as he
saw that Clematis had fixed her eye on him.
Clematis smiled when he said that, and turned toward him with a
Soon Miss Rose came back with the glass. Dr. Wyatt held it to the
lips of the little sick girl. She drank slowly.
Oh thanks, she whispered, when he took the glass away.
Give her some of that whenever she asks for it, he said.
Now tell me about the nights, the doctor went on.
She is restless, and sleeps very little. She has bad dreams when
she does sleep, and talks to herself.
What does she talk about?
I don't know. We can't make out.
Do you keep the room lighted at night?
Oh, no, it is kept dark.
Well, tonight keep it lighted. People who have bad dreams are often
frightened by the dark.
Shall I give her the medicine as directed?
No, don't give her any more medicine at present. Give her all she
wants of the orange and egg. I'll be back in the morning.
And Dr. Wyatt was gone.
He's a good doctor, said Clematis, licking her dry lips. I want a
Miss Rose smiled, and put the glass to her lips.
[Illustration: Off for Tilton]
CHAPTER XI. A LONG, ANXIOUS NIGHT
Well, said Doctor Wyatt, the next morning, how is Clematis
She seems a little more comfortable, said Miss Rose.
The doctor sat by her for half an hour. He felt her pulse, and
looked her all over. Then he shook his head.
That day he spent a long time studying his books.
In the evening he came again, and sat by Clematis. He shook his
I must tell you, Miss Rose, that Clematis is a very sick little
girl, he said, as they stood in the hall.
Can't you do anything for her? The tears sprang to her eyes.
Perhaps I can. If she is no better tomorrow, I shall feel very
Again that night the doctor spent a long time over his big books.
Then he went and talked with doctors in the hospital.
I shall be here most of the time tonight, he said the next
morning. Keep her cool, and as comfortable as you can.
Miss Rose went back to the bed with aching heart.
Oh, if we only knew what was the matter with you, Clematis, she
thought, as she looked at the little white face.
In the evening Doctor Wyatt came back once more.
Now, Miss Rose, he said, you are very tired. You must go away for
a walk, or a visit, or a rest. I will take care of her tonight.
Don't you think I had better stay, too?
No, you must rest. Please have a cup of coffee sent to me about
ten. I shall stay right here. You will be needed tomorrow.
Doctor Wyatt sat down to watch by Clematis.
It was a warm evening, so he gave her a drink, and fanned her, to
cool her hot face.
As it grew late, she fell into a light sleep. As she slept, she
began to talk in low tones.
The doctor bent his head down very near her lips, and listened
carefully to everything she said.
Hour after hour he watched and listened, until he, too, fell asleep,
just as the sun was coming up.
Miss Rose found him there in the morning, sleeping in his chair,
close by the bed.
Miss Rose, he asked, as he started up, did this little girl want
anything very much indeed?
Yes, she did. She wanted to go to the country, as the other
children did, but it did not seem quite possible.
That's it! That's just it! exclaimed Doctor Wyatt. She spoke of
flowers, of lilacs and daisies. I couldn't tell much what she said, but
I could hear those words.
At that moment, Clematis opened her eyes and stared about her.
Doctor Wyatt took one thin, frail hand in his big brown ones.
Clematis, he said in a loud, firm tone, I know a lovely place in
the country. If you will get well, you can go there for two whole
Clematis stared at him, but did not seem to hear him.
I want a drink, she said feebly.
He put the glass to her lips.
You can pick daisies, and goldenrod, and all sorts of flowers in
the country, if you'll just get well, can't she, Miss Rose?
Yes, Clematis, you can. Miss Rose tried to speak cheerfully, but
it was hard. She wanted to cry.
Clematis stared at her also for a minute, and then turned away.
I'll go get some sleep now. Keep her cool and comfortable, till I
come back again this evening.
The day passed slowly. Mrs. Snow came in two or three times to look
at Clematis, and feel her pulse.
Some of the other teachers came to peep in also. They went away
softly, wiping their eyes.
She is a queer little girl, said one, but I do love her.
That is what they all felt.
At evening Doctor Wyatt returned. He looked anxious, as he took his
seat beside the bed.
I shall stay till about ten, Miss Rose, so you must rest now.
I don't want to go, said Miss Rose.
You must, you will be needed later. She will need great care
tonight, I think.
At ten, Miss Rose returned. She had not rested much, and was glad to
get back to the bedside.
Here is my telephone number, Miss Rose. You can get me very soon by
calling me up. Watch her carefully, and if you see any change at all,
send for me at once.
Do you think there may be a change tonight? Miss Rose looked
straight into his face to see just what he meant.
Yes, Miss Rose, there may be, and I hope it will be for the
You hope? Miss Rose held her breath a minute.
Yes, let us hope. Hope does more than all the medicine in the
The minutes crept along into hours, and midnight passed, while Miss
Clematis seemed restless, but she did not talk to herself any more.
Miss Rose held the glass to her lips now and then, but she did not
When Miss Rose wiped her face with a cold, wet cloth, she smiled a
faint little smile, as if she liked it. Then the look of pain would
come again, as she turned restlessly.
The clock outside struck one. How slowly the minutes went.
At last it struck two, and a breeze stirred the leaves outside.
They were the leaves of the maple Clematis had broken in the early
Spring. Now they seemed to whisper softly to each other.
All else was silent.
Miss Rose had watched a long time. Many days she had been by the
bed. Her eyes began to droop.
I'll rest my head just a minute, she thought, and leaned back upon
Slowly the clock struck three. As the last stroke came, Miss Rose
stirred, and opened her eyes.
Then she started up.
I must have been asleep, she said aloud. Oh, shame on me for
sleeping, when I promised to watch.
She looked down at the bed.
Clematis lay there, peaceful and quiet. Her little hand was white
and still as marble. Her face seemed very happy. All pain was gone, and
a smile lay upon the pale lips.
Oh, little Clematis. To think I should have been asleep!
Miss Rose took out her handkerchief, and bent her head down on the
A slight sound seemed to come from the pillow. Miss Rose looked up.
The child's eyes were open wide. She was looking at her in wonder.
He said I could go, didn't he? said Clematis in a faint voice.
Miss Rose choked down her sobs.
Yes, yes, Clematis, he did, he did.
Well, then, what are you crying about?
Clematis closed her eyes again and lay, still as before, with a
little smile on her lips.
Miss Rose was so astonished that she sat staring at her for some
minutes, until she heard a step in the hall.
It was Doctor Wyatt.
He came in softly and looked at the little figure on the bed.
He felt her pulse, and listened to her heart. Then he smiled, and
led Miss Rose from the room.
She is all right now, he whispered. Let her sleep as long as she
CHAPTER XII. GETTING WELL
Clematis slept all night, and all the next day. It was evening when
Miss Rose was beside the bed, and heard her as she moved.
Do you feel better now, dear little girl? asked Miss Rose.
Clematis looked at her a moment with eyes wide open.
He said I could go, didn't he? she asked.
Yes, surely he did, and you can go; you shall go just as soon as
you are well.
Clematis smiled a happy smile.
I want a drink of that orange juice.
Miss Rose brought a glass with ice in it, and held it, while
Clematis sipped it slowly. Then she washed her face and hands in cold
Thanks, the little girl whispered, as she turned on the pillow,
and went off to sleep again.
There was great joy all through the Home, for every one knew that
Clematis was getting well.
Doctor Wyatt came every day to look at his little sick girl, and
laugh, and pat her cheeks.
You just wait till you see the apple pies my aunt can make, he
Then Clematis would smile.
Tell me about the garden. Are there any lilacs?
No lilac blossoms now, little sister, but asters, and hollyhocks,
and goldenrod. You just wait till you see them.
Then the doctor would go out, with another laugh.
Soon Clematis got so well that she could sit up in bed.
Miss Rose would sit by the window, sewing, and sometimes she would
read a story.
One afternoon she saw that Clematis was anxious about something. She
had a little wrinkle in her forehead.
What is it you are thinking about? Is there something you want?
[Illustration: In the country at last]
Miss Rose went and stood by the bed, smoothing her forehead with her
I was thinking, said Clematis. I was thinking thatthat perhaps
I could have Deborah come to see me, just for a minute.
Well, you wait a minute, and I'll see.
Miss Rose went out, and Clematis waited to hear her steps again. She
had not seen Deborah for a long time.
Soon she heard Miss Rose coming back. She shut her eyes till the
footsteps came up to the bed, and before she opened them, there was a
little pounce beside her.
Her dear Deborah was rubbing a cold nose against her cheek, and
purring how glad she was to see her.
Clematis smoothed and patted her a long time, as she lay purring
close by her side.
After that, Deborah came up often, and lay there on the bed, while
Miss Rose sewed by the window.
What are you sewing? asked Clematis one day, when she was well
enough to sit up.
What do you suppose?
It looks like a dress.
That's just what it is. It's a new dress for a little girl to wear
to the country.
Oh, who is going to have it? Let me see it. Please hold it up.
Miss Rose held the dress before her. It was nearly done.
The skirt was of serge, navy blue, with two pockets. With it went a
middy blouse, with white lacings at the neck, and white stars on the
Oh, please tell me. Who is going to have it? The child's eyes
danced as she saw the pretty dress.
I'll give you just one guess, said Miss Rose, smiling.
Clematis gasped. Could it be for her? She had never dreamed of
owning a dress like that.
The little girl sat there a moment, without speaking. Then she
pointed one finger at herself.
Right, the very first time, said Miss Rose. This blouse is to
travel in. There is another.
She reached down and lifted another blouse. This was white, with
blue collar and cuffs, and a blue star on the sleeve.
All this was too much for Clematis. The tears stood in her eyes, and
she breathed fast. But she did not say very much to speak her
Oh, thanks, was all she said. Miss Rose saw in her face how much
it all meant to her.
I am proud of this little patient, said Doctor Wyatt, the next
day. If she keeps on at this rate, we can send her up to Tilton next
[Illustration: What are you sewing?]
How her eyes shone! How her heart jumped! The very next week she
would be starting for the land of her dreams.
She could see great fields of grass, with daisies and clover.
Already she could see them stretching out before her.
How she got through the days before she was to start, she never
knew. She was well enough now to sleep in the dormitory once more; to
eat with the other children, and do some of the work.
Now dear, said Miss Rose, the day before she was to start, I must
leave you. I am going away, too, for a vacation, so I must say goodby
Clematis looked up in surprise. She never thought that grown people
wanted to go away. She did not notice how pale and tired Miss Rose was.
It had been hard work for her.
You will try to help all you can, won't you, dear? Think every
minute of what you can do to help. Then people will love you, even if
you make mistakes.
Yes'm, I will promise.
You can wear the blue blouse, and you can put the white one in the
box I gave you, if you are afraid of crushing it in the little bag.
Oh, yes'm, I don't want to put it in the bag.
Well, then, goodby, and have a good time. Jerry will see that you
get on the right train.
Jerry was the old cab man, who had a stand near the school, and
carried people to the station.
This was a new delight for Clematis. What fun to ride to the station
with Jerry, in a cab!
All day the joyful thoughts of her trip filled her mind. She could
think of nothing else. The other children laughed at her, but she never
minded them at all.
She was going to the country, to the birds, and flowers, and fields,
and that was all she cared.
But as she was going to bed, one thought seemed to disturb her. She
lay there thinking, with the little anxious line across her forehead.
A long time she thought. Then she spoke half aloud.
That's just what I'll do, she said. I've got to, anyway. I don't
care if the blouse is crushed a little.
Then she went to sleep.
CHAPTER XIII. OFF FOR TILTON
The day that she had longed for came at last. The sun was bright,
the breeze was cool, and Clematis was as happy as the sparrows that
hopped about in the maple tree.
All the morning she ran here and there, getting her things ready.
She had a small, black bag, and the box Miss Rose left for her extra
blouse. Her things were put into these.
Mrs. Snow had an early lunch for Clematis, because she was going on
the one o'clock train.
I would rather eat it down in the kitchen with Katie, she said,
when they started to put a bowl on the big table.
Katie was willing, so Clematis had some bread and soup on the corner
of the kitchen table.
[Illustration: With Katie in the kitchen]
It will be nearer the street, so I will bring my things down here,
She seemed very nervous, but Katie thought it was because of her
Don't worry, Miss Clematis, she said. Jerry will soon be here.
I know it. Clematis looked around. Then she slipped out of her
chair and went up to Katie.
She whispered a minute in her friendly ear.
Oh, now dearie, I wouldn't be doing that.
Katie put her hand on the little girl's cheek, and shook her head.
I don't think they would like it.
But Clematis was very serious. The tears came into her eyes as she
Oh, please, please! I don't know what might happen.
Well, then, answered Katie, what I don't see, I don't know about.
I'm going upstairs a minute. Be quick now.
She went upstairs, and Clematis hurried into the small room near the
kitchen, with her box.
In a minute she came out again, looking all about.
When Katie came down, she was drinking her soup. She could not
swallow the bread.
Dear child, said Katie, as the bell rang. I hope the worry
doesn't make her sick again.
Jerry was ready with the cab.
All aboard, mum, I'll take your things.
He started to take the box, which she hugged up under one arm.
Oh, no thank you, she cried, and held on to it tighter than ever.
Katie gave him the black bag she had in her hand, and the next
minute Clematis was safe inside, and throwing a kiss to the friendly
Before he got to the station, old Jerry stopped, and went into a
store. He came out with a big paper bag.
Katie told me to get this for you, miss, he said, as he passed the
bag to her through the open window.
She peeped inside. There was a smaller bag, and several big peaches.
In the smaller bag were sandwiches, and cream cakes.
What a treat! Clematis often longed for peaches, but had not tasted
them very often.
In the station Jerry got down, and led her to the train.
Here is a passenger for Tilton, New Hampshire, he said to the
All right, Jerry, I'll look after her.
The big conductor smiled at the little passenger.
Come on, sister, he said, as he stooped to take her box.
Oh, no, thank you, said Clematis, hugging it closer than ever.
She must have her money in that, laughed Jerry.
So the conductor took the two bags, while Clematis carried the box.
He found her a seat where she could be right by the window.
Soon the train started. They went across bridges, and through the
yards, till at last they came to the open country.
There Clematis could see the fields, and the flowers, which grew
close by the tracks.
As the train flew on, they came to quiet woods, with little brooks,
and cows resting comfortably in the shade.
There was so much to see, that Clematis could not take her face from
the window a minute.
Farmers were at work in the fields of wheat, and corn, and oats.
They were mowing and raking. Some were throwing hay into the big carts.
At last they came to a big river that ran along by the track.
Clematis could see people fishing along the banks, and rowing on the
I hope there is a river in Tilton, she thought.
It was a long time before she thought of the peaches, and
sandwiches. When she did, she knew she was very hungry, so she opened
the bag, and ate, while she watched the river, and fields, and forests.
One sandwich she broke in halves. She raised the cover of the box a
little, and put one half inside. Then she shut the cover and tied the
Tilton is the next station, said the conductor, at last.
They went along beside a small river, across a bridge, and the train
stopped at Tilton.
I guess that little girl is for me, said a tall man with a
pleasant face, as Clematis came down the steps.
Her tag says Mrs. Alder on it, is that the one? asked the
That's right. I told Mrs. Alder I would bring her along when I came
from the train.
Well, here's her bag. She won't let any one touch her box. She
keeps her money in it. Goodby, little girl.
The whistle blew, the wheels began to turn, and the long train drew
Right over here, little girl. Climb right up on the seat. I'll hold
Oh, no thank you, said Clematis. I'll keep it.
Then she looked up at the seat. How was she to climb up there and
hold her box?
Suddenly she was lifted off the ground, and found herself safe on
the high seat.
That's the way we'll fix it, said the man, with a smile. Up you
go, money, box, and all.
Now I want to go up the street about a mile or so, before I take
you to Mrs. Alder. I don't suppose you mind, do you?
Clematis shook her head. She was happy at the thought of another
So they drove up a long hill. As they reached the top, the man
stopped his horse, and looked about.
It's pretty, isn't it? he said.
Clematis nodded, and looked all about her.
The hill sloped down again into a little valley, where the brook ran
between green meadows.
Beyond that, the pastures ran up to meet the forest on another hill.
Looking past this hill, she could see the blue waters of a lake,
sparkling in the evening sun.
From the lake the ground rose once more. Up and up it went, with
pastures and forests, until it came to the rocky crowns of three
The mountains were a deep, misty blue. Above them rose the white
August clouds, rolling on and on, into the highest heaven.
Clematis drew a long breath.
It is lovely, she whispered.
Not far from where they stopped was a white house, with the blinds
closed. Vines ran about the front, and all seemed lonely.
Who lives there? she asked, finding her tongue at last.
No one lives there now. A nice old man used to live there, but he
had a good deal of sadness. He shut up the house, and went to live in a
little place over near Bean Hill.
He pointed over to another hill which rose in the east.
Clematis would have liked to know more about the man who could leave
such a lovely place, but the horse started on again.
Soon they turned into another road, and before long were turning
back toward the village.
All the way along, Clematis could see the blue mountains in the
distance. She could not take her eyes from them.
Well, there is your house, said the man, at last, pointing to a
neat, white house.
Clematis looked all about. Yes, there were gardens, and flowers, and
fields, and trees.
There was a cow down by a little brook.
Everything she had hoped to find was there. There was a tall maple
beside the house.
Well, this is Clematis, I guess, said a lady, coming down the
Thank you very much, Mr. Ladd. I see she came right side up.
She took the bag Mr. Ladd handed down, and reached for the box that
Clematis still hugged in her lap.
Clematis started to explain, but Mrs. Alder did not wait. She was
nervous and quick.
She pulled the box out of her hands.
Why Clematis, what is in this box? Mrs. Alder looked at it in
Clematis did not answer. She gasped, and turned red as a rooster's
It's her money, Mrs. Alder, said Mr. Ladd, laughing. She has it
tied up for safe keeping. The conductor told me so.
Mrs. Alder lifted one corner of the box to peep in.
There was a scratching sound, and then out popped a little white,
furry head, with sharp ears, and one black eye.
It was Deborah.
CHAPTER XIV. THE COUNTRY
When Mr. Ladd saw the little white head peep out, he put his head
back and laughed.
I pity the rats in your barn now, Mrs. Alder, he shouted.
Mrs. Alder frowned at first, but when she looked at Clematis, and
saw her anxious face, she smiled.
What on earth made you bring that cat way up here? she asked.
She's my own cat. I was afraid to leave her at the Home all alone.
Would you like to leave your cat alone, where people might throw it
away while you were gone?
Just then a tall man with a gray beard walked up.
Never mind, Mary, he said. We have plenty of milk in the dairy,
and plenty of rats in the barn.
By this time Clematis had Deborah safe in her arms, and Mr. Alder
led the way to the house, while Mr. Ladd drove off, laughing as he
Well, you can take the cat down to the barn. I won't have it in the
house, said Mrs. Alder.
All right, we'll find a place for her, said Mr. Alder. He took
Clematis by the hand, and they went down to the barn.
A gray horse poked his head from a box stall to look at the little
visitor, and a little red hen called her chickens, and hastened away,
clucking, as if she were very angry.
Clematis turned to look at her.
Did you ever have any chickens? asked Mr. Alder.
Oh, no, I never saw any. Clematis could not take her eyes from the
little chicks, as they ran after their anxious mother.
We have lots of things to show you here. Let's put your cat up in
the loft now.
They went up a set of stairs, and there was a loft, full of sweet
[Illustration: Clematis stuck one hand out]
There now, Mrs. Tabby, you will find a good bed, and good hunting
Her name isn't Tabby, it's Deborah, said Clematis, as she put her
Oh, that's quite a name. It suits her very well. Mr. Alder led the
way down again.
At the other end of the barn, a red and white calf came up to meet
It put out its wet nose to smell the little visitor, and made her
He wants to say 'how do'. He loves little girls, said Mr. Alder.
Clematis stuck one hand out timidly, and pulled it back again, when
the calf tried to lick it with his rough tongue.
He wants just a little taste, laughed Mr. Alder. Come on now.
Here is something else.
At the end of the barn, Clematis could hear strange noises. There,
in the yard, were some smooth, white animals running about.
When Clematis came near the fence, they ran and put their fore feet
up, and stuck their noses out.
Uff, uff, they said. Then they squealed.
Oh, I know! Those are pigs! cried Clematis, clapping her hands.
Eight clean, white pigs were grunting and squealing for their
Squeal away, piggies, said Mr. Alder. Supper will be along soon.
In a moment, he brought from the dairy a bright milk pail. Then they
went down to the gate, and he called:
Come boss, come boss. Come Betty.
A sleek, plump cow came over the hill, and hurried down to the gate.
It was just the color of a mouse.
Dear old Betty. Steady now. Betty pushed through, and walked fast
to the barn, where she began to whisper to her calf, and lap it with
her great rough tongue.
As Clematis came up, Betty put her head down, and shook her horns.
Behave, Betty. You ought to be ashamed, said Mr. Alder. You see,
she won't let any strangers near her calf.
Then he took some grain and put it in Betty's box, while he tied her
head, and sat down on the stool beside her.
Clematis had never seen a cow milked before, and stood watching the
white streams which filled the foaming pail, as if Mr. Alder were a
fairy. It seemed like magic.
When the pail was full, Mr. Alder poured some into a shiny can, and
took the rest to the dairy.
There he poured it into a red machine, with a big bowl. He turned
the handle, and soon two streams came out.
What is that for? Clematis thought this might be some new magic.
Indeed it was magic, almost.
This is the separator, answered Mr. Alder. I pour the milk in at
the top, and turn the handle. Then the cream comes out of one spout,
and the skimmed milk from the other.
Oh, I see, said Clematis, though it really was all like magic to
Now I guess we are through. Let's go up and see what they have for
Mr. Alder took the empty pail, and led her back to the house, where
supper was ready and waiting.
The smell of hot biscuit made Clematis feel very hungry, and she was
glad that supper was all ready.
With the biscuit, was golden butter, and apple sauce.
Do you like warm milk right from the cow? asked Mrs. Alder.
Yes'm, replied Clematis, with a nod.
So Mrs. Alder put a little pitcher, with a glass, not much bigger
than a thimble, beside her plate.
She could pour it out herself, as often as she emptied her glass.
Better leave room for some fresh blueberry pie, and a piece of
cheese, said Mr. Alder.
[Illustration: The little red hen]
Blueberry pie and cheese, hot biscuit and fresh milk, and golden
butter, all she wanted; surely, Sally never had any supper better than
The shadows were falling, and the August crickets were beginning
their evening concert, when Clematis had eaten the last bit of pie on
The Sand Man is coming, I do believe, said Mr. Alder, as he
reached over to pinch her cheek.
Well, I don't wonder, the trip was a long one for a little girl.
You shall go right to bed, Clematis.
Mrs. Alder took a lamp as she spoke, and led the little visitor to
Good night, sleep tight, don't let the skeeters bite.
Mr. Alder called after her as she went up.
Clematis laughed. Her eyes were drooping, and her feet were heavy,
as she climbed the stairs.
There now, we'll have you tucked in before a cat can say Jack
Sprat, said Mrs. Alder, as she unbuttoned her boots.
Haven't I got to fold my clothes? asked Clematis, as Mrs. Alder
began picking them up.
Never mind about them tonight. Here's a wet cloth. We'll just have
a quick wash, and into bed you go.
The bed was soft; the pillows were softer; and the song of the
evening breeze in the maple, without her open window, was softer still.
I am in the country, sighed Clematis. I can hear the trees, and I
can smell the flowers now. Tomorrow I will
I wish I could tell you what she was going to do. I can't, for just
then, she fell fast asleep.
CHAPTER XV. CLEMATIS TRIES TO HELP
The birds in the maple tree woke Clematis early the next morning.
For a minute she did not know where she was. Then she hopped out of
bed and ran to the window.
The sun was up. The birds were singing all about. The smell of
clover and sweet grass came to her open window.
There, across the valley, lay the mountains she saw in the evening.
Now they were not blue. She could see the rocks and the bushes, in
the morning light. But they were just as lovely as before.
Oh, she thought, some day I'll go and climb up those mountains.
Then she washed carefully at the stand by the window, for she
remembered what Miss Rose had said.
When she was dressed, she started down stairs. Then she thought
I must help all I can. I guess I'll make the bed.
So she drew the clothes neatly over the bed, and smoothed the
pillow. Then she went down.
Good morning, Clematis, said Mrs. Alder. I see you get up before
breakfast. Did you have a good sleep?
Yes'm, replied Clematis. Would you like me to help you?
No, you had better run out and see what Mr. Alder is doing. You can
help me after breakfast.
So Clematis ran out.
How loud the birds sounded in the clear air. How they chirped and
twittered. How sweet the smell of the flowers, and how bright the sun.
Oh, there's the little red hen! she cried. But she has lost her
chickens. Every one is gone.
There was the little hen, sitting on the ground, near the barn door.
Just then Mr. Alder came out with a pail of milk.
Oh, Mr. Alder, where have all the chickens gone? cried Clematis.
He laughed. Dear me, he said. I don't see them anywhere, do you?
No, but they were all here last night.
I wonder if the rats caught them. Mr. Alder looked very sad.
Oh, dear, if they did, I'll tell Deborah.
Clematis looked as if she were ready to cry.
Don't cry. I'll get a fairy to bring them back. You turn around and
shut your eyes.
He turned her around. Now, are your eyes shut?
Now you must say, 'Fairy, Fairy, bring back my chicks.'
Fairy, Fairy, bring back my chicks, said Clematis, laughing.
She heard the little red hen clucking behind her. Then she heard the
Turn round, said Mr. Alder.
She opened her eyes; she turned around; and there were the chicks,
running about their mother.
She was just going to cry out in surprise, when the hen lifted her
wings, and two more ran out from beneath them.
Oh, I know. She had them under her feathers all the time.
Clematis laughed and danced about, while the red hen clucked to her
chicks and walked off very angry indeed.
Mr. Alder laughed also, and picked up the pail.
Do you see that patch of raspberries down there, just beyond the
hen house? he asked.
I think there are some big, late raspberries down there. Would you
like to pick a few? You'll find them good.
For me to eat?
Yes, eat all you can find. They are good for little city girls.
Oh, thank you. Clematis started toward the patch of raspberries.
Then she stopped.
I must see Deborah first, she said. I wonder if she caught any
To be sure, I forgot Deborah. Give her my love.
Mr. Alder went to separate his milk, while Clematis found Deborah
sound asleep on the hay, and ready to visit the raspberry patch.
Soon the bell for breakfast rang, and Clematis ran to the house. Her
lips and fingers were red with raspberries, for she had found big ones.
By her plate was her tiny glass, and a pitcher of rich milk. There
were corn flakes, and shredded wheat first, and then toast, and bacon,
and big baked apples with cream.
Clematis had never really expected to have such things to eat. The
stories other little girls had told her, all had seemed like fairy
Now you can help me a while, if you wish, said Mrs. Alder, after
breakfast. Can you wash dishes?
Oh, yes'm, I can do that all right.
Clematis looked after Mr. Alder with longing eyes. He was going to
feed the pigs. She longed to go too, but she knew she must help all she
So she started in on the plates and cups.
The water was hot, and she found it hard work to hold the china.
Just as she was lifting a cup, it slipped from her hand.
Gracious, what was that? asked Mrs. Alder. She thought a good deal
of her china.
The cup was taken out. A piece was broken from the edge.
Oh, dear me. I have had those cups for twenty years. I guess I'll
finish the dishes.
Clematis said nothing, but turned very red. She almost cried, she
was so ashamed.
Well, don't worry too much about it, said Mrs. Alder. You can
help me with the beds. I'm sure you can make your bed without doing any
Oh, yes'm, I've made it already.
Made it already? When?
Why, when I got up, before breakfast.
Mercy! Go right up and pull the clothes back. It must always air
for an hour.
Poor Clematis went up and pulled the clothes back to air.
How can I help, if every single thing I do is wrong? Clematis
spoke crossly out the window at the robin on the edge of the roof.
Then she felt a crumb in her pocket, and pushed up the screen to
throw it out.
Mr. Robin flew away, and Mrs. Alder came in at that moment.
Dear child, what on earth have you put up that screen for? Do you
want to fill the house with flies?
No'm, I didn't know
Oh, well, never mind. You don't know much, I guess. I promised to
take you, and I'll keep my word, but it's no use trying to fit city
children into real homes.
Mrs. Alder shut the screen with a bang.
There now, you run along out doors. I guess you and Mr. Alder will
get along all right, but don't touch anything.
Hello, it looks like rain. What's the trouble, sister?
Mr. Alder smiled and pinched her cheek, as he met Clematis at the
I tried to help, said Clematis, drying her eyes.
Oh, I see. You didn't do things quite right, did you? Well, I
wouldn't fret about that. I don't do things quite right, myself.
Clematis smiled through her tears.
Come on now, and help me pick some late peas for dinner. You will
like that, I am sure.
He took her hand, and soon she was happy again.
There, you picked two quarts, and did it well, too. Now take these
up to Mrs. Alder, and tell her you can shell them out, every one,
without hurting a thing.
Oh, said Mrs. Alder, in the kitchen. You think you can shell
peas, do you? Well, take them out under the maple tree. Then I won't
have the pods all around the kitchen.
And Clematis proved that she could shell peas, after all.
Mrs. Alder gave her a cookie for her pay, and said she had done very
I guess you'll get along all right, if you stay out doors, she
Thanks, said Clematis, eating the cookie as she went out. She was
glad enough to stay out doors.
[Illustration: Clematis watched the little fishes by the shore]
I'll help Mr. Alder all the time, she said to herself. I'll feed
the pigs, and the hens, and I guess he'll be glad I'm here.
CHAPTER XVI. ONLY A FEW DAYS MORE
Clematis did help Mr. Alder, and tried hard, in her way, to make
She helped Mrs. Alder too, for she went on errands to the village
every time she was asked.
Every day she went to the Post Office. She took home the letters and
carried home bundles from the stores.
Clematis loved this walk, because the road ran down by Knapp's saw
mill, and by the river.
Near the stocking mill, the river came right up to the road, and she
could even see the little fish, in the clear water.
Sometimes she stopped longer than she thought, and was late getting
back, but Mrs. Alder did not scold her.
The less we expect of her, the less we shall be disappointed, she
On Sunday, they all went down to church to hear Mr. Sampson preach.
He smiled at her in his kindly way, when she went out.
Let me see, I don't know your name, do I? he asked, taking her
Well, Clematis, I'm glad to see you. I hope you will come again.
That little girl looks just like another little girl I used to
know, he said to Mr. Alder.
She is here for a week or two. Doctor Wyatt sent her up. Mr. Alder
whispered to him a minute, before they went away.
How would you like to take a long walk this afternoon, Clematis?
said Mr. Alder, while she was eating her ice cream and cake.
Oh, yes, let's. Clematis was glad enough. She never liked Sundays
Good, we can walk up Bean Hill, if you think you can go that far.
[Illustration: She could see the little fish]
Oh, I can walk farther than that.
So they started out, while Mrs. Alder lay down for a nap.
They didn't go by the road, but crossed the river in a boat that Mr.
Alder kept tied to the bank.
Then they walked through the trees and meadows by the path.
Clematis was full of joy. New birds sang here. New trees, and new
flowers met her at each turn.
After they had walked about a mile, they came to a little cabin, set
among maple trees.
Who lives here? asked Clematis. It looked like the cabins she had
seen in her picture books.
No one lives here now. This is where they boil down their sap in
the spring. They make maple syrup, and maple sugar.
There were the big pans, turned upside down, and the pails that
caught the sap.
Her mouth watered as she thought of all the maple sugar they had
made in that little cabin. She wanted to stay longer, but Mr. Alder
We must get along, I want to see Mr. Brooks before we go home.
Who is Mr. Brooks?
Mr. Brooks is a good man who lives over here on the side of Bean
Hill. He lives all alone by himself.
Oh, replied Clematis, is he the man who owns the white house with
the vines, and has had so much sadness?
Yes. How did you know about him?
Mr. Ladd stopped near his house. He told me.
The walk was a long one, and Clematis was glad when she saw the
little cottage on the hillside.
Here we are. There is Mr. Brooks now, working over his flowers.
Mr. Alder went over to the little garden, where a man with white hair
was pulling out weeds.
Good day, Mr. Alder. Glad enough to see you. Come up and sit on the
Mr. Brooks smiled, as he wiped his hands.
And here is a lady, too, he added. I believe I have never met
He held out his hand to Clematis with a kindly smile, and led them
to the piazza.
Mr. Alder told him who she was, while Clematis was looking at the
neat little cottage.
A vine was growing about the door, with little white flowers,
peeping out from its green leaves.
Mr. Brooks saw her looking at it.
Do you like the flowers? he asked.
Yes,it is just the same.
What do you mean? What is just the same?
Why, just the same vine as the one on the white house.
She saw the old home place when she drove over with Mr. Ladd, said
Mr. Alder. She remembered the vine.
I am glad you like it. You ought to like it, Clematis, because it
has your own name, added Mr. Alder.
Well, well, is her name Clematis? Mr. Brooks took her on his knee
and looked into her face.
I wish I had a little girl like you, he said.
She sat there on his knee, while he talked with Mr. Alder.
I hope you will come again, Clematis. You will, if you get a
chance, won't you? Mr. Brooks said, as they started to go.
He brought out a big, sweet pear, and put it into her hand.
You can eat that on the way home, he said.
All the way home Clematis kept thinking of Mr. Brooks, and the vine,
and how he had looked into her face while she sat on his knee.
She had never known any father or mother, and people didn't have
time to hold her that way at the Home.
Could we go again? she asked, as they crossed the river.
Well, perhaps. We'll see.
When they got home, Mrs. Alder was sitting on the back steps.
Beside her, in the grass, lay three dead chickens.
How on earth did those chickens get killed? asked Mr. Alder, as he
took one in his hand.
Why on earth did that child ever bring her old cat up here? That's
what I'd like to know. Mrs. Alder was cross.
Did Deborah do that? Dear me! We'll have to shut her up in the
That's where she is, and that's where she'll stay, said Mrs.
Alder. Remember now, Clematis. Don't you let her get out again.
Yes'm, said Clematis.
She didn't know what else to say, so she went sadly to the loft.
There she found Deborah, sleeping sweetly, as if she had never done a
thing wrong in the world.
She sat down by the open window, and looked across the river valley,
and across the lake, to the mountains.
Oh dear! she sighed.
She heard Mrs. Alder speaking.
I don't care, I think the Doctor was asking a good deal of us, to
keep a strange child like that.
Well, Mary, never mind. It is only for a few days longer. I guess
we can stand it. Think of the pleasure it gives Clematis.
Mr. Alder spoke kindly, but as Clematis heard the words, she turned
Only a few days more. Only a few days more. The words went through
her mind again and again.
She had never thought about going back. Two weeks seems a long, long
time to little girls. Only a few days more before she must leave
Clematis put her elbows on the window sill, and rested her chin in
The sun was setting behind the maple tree. The golden rays gleamed
in the white mist that had risen from the river, for it was a cold
In the distance the Belmont mountains were a deep, misty blue, and
the clouds above them all white and gold.
Now all the valley was filling with a golden mist. The birds were
singing in the trees along the banks of the river. They filled the
evening air with joyous songs.
Only a few days more. Only a few days more.
Soon she must go back to the brick walls, and the yard with the high
fence around it.
When Mr. Alder came to call Clematis for supper, her eyes were red,
and her cheeks pale.
Never mind, dear little girl, he said. We'll keep Deborah shut
up. I guess we can spare the chickens. We have plenty more.
She said nothing, but went silently in for the evening meal. She had
forgotten all about the chickens. All through supper the words ran in
her head, and the last thing in her mind as she fell asleep was this
Only a few days more.
CHAPTER XVII. WHERE IS CLEMATIS?
On Monday Clematis found a big, blue envelope, with the other mail.
I guess you have a letter for your own self this time, said Mr.
Morse, as he handed her the mail.
Clematis did not stop to look at the little fishes by the shore. She
hurried straight home.
It was a letter for her own self. Miss Rose sent it to her.
Oh, I wish I had learned to read. Please read mine first, Mrs.
Do you think that is polite? asked Mrs. Alder.
No'm, but you get lots of letters.
That is true. Well, let us see.
She opened the envelope, while Clematis got close to her side.
Dear little Clematis:
I hope you are well, and having a good time. I am sure you
must be having a splendid time, for Tilton is a lovely place.
I wish I were with you.
What a naughty girl you were to take Deborah, when she was not
invited. I hope Mrs. Alder has forgiven you.
I am going to ask Mrs. Alder to send you home on the afternoon
train Saturday, so you will be all ready when school begins.
I shall be at the train to meet you. Don't forget Deborah.
Your true friend,
That is a good letter for a little girl to get, I am sure. Now run
out and play, while I read my letters.
Clematis went out, rather slowly. The letter made her think again of
the end of her stay, and she was sad.
But the sun was bright, the breeze was cool, and the birds sang
She saw Mr. Alder down in the garden, and ran to him.
Can I help you, Mr. Alder?
I think not. I am weeding late carrots, and I think you would not
know them from weeds.
I should know them, honestly. Just let me try a little bit.
Well, then, take this little trowel. Make the earth loose around
them, and then pull the weeds out with your fingers.
Clematis kneeled in the soft earth, and began to work with the
She weeded the row across from Mr. Alder, where he could see what
she was doing.
Well, I declare! You are a real gardener. Mr. Alder patted her
shoulder, and praised her well when she had done several feet of her
The little green tops of the carrots all stood straight and clean.
Every weed was gone, but no carrots were hurt.
I told you I could do it. You did not believe me, did you?
Clematis smiled happily.
Well, I do now. I never saw any one do better.
So the man and the little girl worked side by side beneath the
The smell of the warm earth, and the fresh growing things all around
her, made Clematis breathe deeply.
She could hear the birds singing, and see the mountains, across the
While she was hard at work, she almost forgot to be sad because she
was going back on the Saturday train.
Just look at that child, said Mrs. Alder, when they went in to
wash for dinner. Has she been weeding in her good clothes?
She has weeded two whole rows of carrots, I know that much. I'll
get her some new clothes when those wear out. She is as much help at
weeding as a man.
Clematis was as proud of that, as Deborah was with her first rat. In
the afternoon Mrs. Alder found her a pair of small overalls. These
covered her dress and kept her clean.
It was a happy child that came in at evening. She had worked
steadily, in the hot sun and the breeze, and had finished all the
You don't know how much help that has been, Clematis, said Mr.
Alder. It tires my back to weed carrots, and now they are all done.
I will weed tomorrow, too, she said, happy with her praise.
There was plenty to do, as there always is on a farm, and Clematis
was busy all day.
I don't see how she learns so quickly, exclaimed Mr. Alder, when
he was telling Mr. Ladd about her.
I suppose it is because she naturally loves it, he answered. It
seems too bad that she couldn't live here in the country, she seems to
love it so.
Yes. I wish Mrs. Alder was better, and took to children more.
Clematis is clumsy in the house, but out in the garden she is right at
So the days went on, with sunshine and clouds, and Saturday came
nearer and nearer.
Clematis, what have you been doing to the calendar in your room?
asked Mrs. Alder, at dinner on Friday.
I was just looking to see how many days till Saturday.
Well, you needn't muss it up that way.
Every morning Clematis had taken it down and counted the days with
Friday evening she did not eat much supper, and was very silent.
Longing to get back home, I guess, said Mrs. Alder. Well, dear,
you will be back with the other children tomorrow. I know what it is. I
was homesick myself when I was a child.
Clematis did not answer. She didn't know how to tell what it was
that troubled her, so she said nothing.
The stars were bright, and the tiny moon was low in the sky, before
the weary eyes closed in sleep.
Clematis had been thinking, and thinking. Tomorrow was Saturday.
Early in the morning she was awake again, by the window.
She leaned her head on her hands, and began to think again.
That is what he said, she repeated, half aloud.
That is just what he said. If he didn't mean it, why did he say
At the breakfast table, Mrs. Alder noticed how pale her cheeks were.
Try to eat some toast, dear, said Mrs. Alder. You will soon be
home again. Only a few hours more now.
Clematis raised her eyes, and gave Mrs. Alder a strange look.
That child does beat all, said Mrs. Alder, after breakfast. She
seems to be thinking a lot, but she keeps as quiet as a stone jug.
She is thinking; you may be sure of that, Mr. Alder replied.
All the morning Clematis went about silently, except when she was in
the loft with Deborah. Then she talked.
I shan't be afraid. I am a big girl, Debby, and I shan't be a mite
Deborah could not speak, but she snuggled up close, and purred, so
Clematis knew just what she meant.
Be sure to have all your things ready, Clematis, called Mrs.
We shall have an early dinner, for Mr. Ladd will be here about one
o'clock to take you to the station.
Yes'm, said Clematis, and she went slowly to her room.
Before long, all was ready, and dinner was on the table.
Now, let's eat a big dinner. I roasted a chicken especially for
How good the roast chicken smelled! There were baked potatoes, and
peas, and beans, too.
Clematis was hungry now. She ate, and ate, and ate.
Good girl. Mr. Alder patted her on the head. Travelers must be
Be sure to wash all the blueberry off your mouth, added Mrs.
Alder, as Clematis got down.
Clematis went to the sink and washed her face and hands. Then she
went to the back door.
Don't forget Deborah's satin dress, and velvet hat? called Mr.
She turned and smiled back at him, as she went out.
Soon Mr. Ladd drove up.
I came a bit early, he said. I've got some milk for the Seminary.
Is Clematis ready?
Yes, all ready, I guess. She just went out to get her cat.
Mrs. Alder went to the back door and called.
She waited a minute, but Clematis did not come.
She called again. No Clematis. Please go and get her, Henry, she
said to Mr. Alder. Tell her to come right in.
After a few minutes Mr. Alder came back. He looked puzzled.
Well, where is Clematis? asked Mrs. Alder.
I don't know.
Don't know? Isn't she in the loft?
Well, perhaps she went to say goodby to the pigs.
She isn't there.
She must be around here somewhere. She has no wings; she can't
I'm not so sure of that. Mr. Alder smiled in a puzzled way at Mr.
That's just like you men.
Mrs. Alder went to the door and called as loudly as she could. Then
she went to the barn and called again.
She looked all about. Mr. Alder looked all about. Mr. Ladd looked
They all called once more.
It was of no use. Clematis was gone.
CHAPTER XVIII. HUNTING FOR CLEMATIS
Mr. Alder looked at Mr. Ladd. Mr. Ladd looked at Mrs. Alder. They
all looked at each other.
What should they do?
Well, said Mrs. Alder at last, you drive down street with Mr.
Ladd and find out if any one has seen her. I will look all about the
The men had not gone far down the street when they met a boy.
Hi, Ned! have you seen our little girl? called Mr. Alder.
Who, Clematis? Have you lost her?
No, she has lost herself. Have you seen her?
My gracious, no. His blue eyes opened almost as wide as butter
Well, tell any one you see that she's lost; that's a good boy.
My gracious, I guess I will.
Off ran little Ned Atkinson, as fast as his legs would carry him.
He told every one he met, but no one had seen Clematis.
Not far down the street Mr. Knapp came rolling out of his yard.
Have you seen that little girl of ours, Mr. Knapp?
Yes, yes. I saw her. She's a likely gal. Quite spry.
Where was she? Both men spoke at once.
[Illustration: I sha'n't be afraid"]
Oh, right along here, yesterday morning.
I mean today. Have you seen her today?
No, no, I haven't set eyes on her today. What's the matter? Is she
It looks as if she were lost. We can't find her.
Well, she'll be back.
'Let 'em alone,
And they'll come home,
Wagging their tails behind them.'
They heard his great voice echo down the river, as they drove on.
Nobody had seen Clematis. Nobody knew anything about her.
Mrs. Alder looked everywhere at home.
Her bag and box were neatly packed and ready, but there was no sign
of the little girl who owned them.
Many people were looking for Clematis that afternoon.
Ned Atkinson ran everywhere, telling people about the lost girl.
They looked in the woods and in the fields. They looked all along
the river banks.
When night came, they were still hunting, but had found no trace of
I can't sleep a wink tonight, said Mrs. Alder. I think the child
must be crazy, to run off like that.
I don't feel much like sleep myself, Mr. Alder replied.
I wonder where she can be hiding.
The next morning many people came to ask if Clematis had been found.
No, no, no. There isn't a sign of her anywhere. I don't know what
we shall do.
Mrs. Alder made the same answer to every one.
During the day people still looked about in new places.
Afternoon came again, but no Clematis came with it.
Towards evening, Mr. Brooks was sitting in his chair by his little
cottage, reading a book.
The sun was sinking behind the mountains in the west.
The birds were singing their evening songs, in the trees by the
All was quiet and peaceful.
As he sat there, Mr. Brooks heard steps on the path.
He looked down and saw a little girl. In her arms was a cat, with a
black spot over one eye.
The child stumbled as she walked. She seemed ready to drop, she was
Why, little girl, where did you come from? cried Mr. Brooks.
He got up and went down to meet her.
Then she raised her pale face, and he saw that it was Clematis. Her
face and hands were soiled; her hair was tangled; her dress was dusty
Oh, little maid, he said. Did you walk way over here to see me?
Yes, said Clematis, faintly. I said I would, and I did.
Dear child, you are worn out. Come in and rest.
He took her into the little house, and got a basin and water.
There, dear, wash your face and hands. You will feel better.
Now sit down, Clematis, said Mr. Brooks, when she had finished
washing her face and hands, and we will have a bite to eat.
He cut a slice of bread. On this he spread some butter, and
sprinkled a little sugar.
Clematis watched him with hungry eyes.
Dear child, you must be starved, he said, as she took a great
Wouldn't you be hungry if you hadn't had any breakfast or dinner?
Clematis took another big bite.
No breakfast? No dinner? Where have you been all day?
I stayed in the little house where they boil the sap.
The bread was nearly gone now.
Did you run away this morning?
Mr. Brooks was cutting another slice.
No, I stayed there last night.
You stayed there all last night? Child! I should think you would
have frozen. There was frost last night.
I did freeze, said Clematis, beginning on the second slice.
Mr. Brooks looked at her a moment in silence, while she ate.
I never heard anything to beat that, he said at last, as he
reached once more for the bread.
Mrs. Alder will be very anxious.
Clematis shook her head.
No she won't. She'll be glad I'm gone.
Mr. Brooks smiled.
Well, Mr. Alder will, anyway. As soon as you have eaten a few
loaves of bread, I'll get Mr. Giles's horse. They will be glad enough
to see you again.
Clematis put down her bread. Her lips quivered, and her eyes filled
Don't you want me? she said.
My dear child, what do you mean?
You said you wished you had a little girl.
Did I say that?
Yes, you said you wished you had a little girl, and you can have
me. Nobody wants me, except you.
I can make my bed, and wash dishes, and I don't say slang words any
more, and I can weed everything in your garden.
[Illustration: In Grandfather's house]
Poor Clematis, she had never said so much at one time in her life.
Then she burst into tears. She was tired, and worn, and faint.
Mr. Brooks took her into his lap. He hardly knew what to say to
Have you no father or mother? he asked.
No, she sobbed, I haven't anybody at all.
You see I am all alone here. I haven't any good place to keep a
I don't care, I can sleep on the floor.
Her eyes were drooping, and she was growing quiet. Her head rested
on his shoulder.
Mr. Brooks was thinking what to say, when he looked down at her
Her brown eyes were closed, and she was fast asleep.
He held her there a while. Then he took her into the next room, and
laid her on the bed.
Covered with a warm blanket, she sighed softly, and sank into a deep
I can't take her home tonight. She ought to have a long, quiet
sleep, said Mr. Brooks to himself.
He watched her a while. Then he went out, up the mountain to Mr.
There he telephoned to Atkinson's store.
In another minute a little boy was racing up the street. He called
to every one on his way:
Clematis is found! Clematis is found! She's up on Bean Hill.
Ned shouted at the top of his voice.
Clematis would have been surprised, if she had seen how glad Mrs.
Alder was to know that she was safe.
They sent a message to Miss Rose, and told her that Clematis was
Every one was glad. Every one asked how she ever got way up there on
Bean Hill, but no one knew.
All this time Clematis was sleeping quietly.
When Mr. Brooks returned, she had not stirred.
He stood and looked at her a long, long time.
When he turned away there were tears in his eyes.
Poor little elf, he whispered. She thought I meant just what I
He spread some blankets on the floor, and lay down, but he did not
go to sleep.
His thoughts went back to a book he had been reading.
It was about Silas Marner, a man who was sad and lonely.
Silas Marner took a little girl into his tiny house to care for, and
she made his life happy again.
Silas Marner did not have so large a home as this, he thought.
But he took good care of the little girl. How happy they were
The little face, all wet with tears, came before him again and
I might keep her for a little while, at least, he said to himself.
I will see what Mr. Alder thinks in the morning.
CHAPTER XIX. NEW PLANS
When Mr. Brooks woke in the morning, Clematis was already up. She
had washed her face and hands at the spring, near the door, and was
sitting on the step.
Oho, so the little bird woke first, did she? said Mr. Brooks.
Clematis nodded, and looked up shyly.
I was thinking about you last night before I went to sleep. Suppose
I should keep you with me for a little while. Do you think you would
Oh, I would help like anything, she cried. You just try me, and
Well, I will talk to Mr. Alder, and perhaps you can stay for a
while, at least.
So Mr. Brooks talked with Mr. Alder. Then he wrote to Mrs. Snow.
Yes, Clematis might stay a week.
How hard she tried!
I'll wash and wipe all the dishes, she said.
The very first day she broke a cup. Then she cried.
Dear me, don't feel bad about that. You are doing the best you can,
Mr. Brooks laughed, and Clematis smiled again.
Men don't care so much about dishes, she said to herself.
To be sure, Clematis had not learned to do much, but she had learned
to do her best.
Mr. Brooks found that she could help in many ways, and she was so
anxious to do her best, that he gladly forgave her mistakes.
He made her a little bed in the room upstairs.
At evening, she could hear the wind whispering in the trees, and the
little brook that ran down from the spring.
In the morning, she could see the lakes and mountains across the
valley, as she sat by her open window, while the birds hopped about on
the twigs, and sang their sweetest songs.
[Illustration: A little girl was coming up the path]
Deborah slept each night in a little box close by her bed, and
followed her about all day long.
The week passed very quickly. On Friday, Mr. Brooks saw that she was
silent and thoughtful.
I don't think I can spare you yet, he said at breakfast. I must
ask Mrs. Snow to let you stay another week, at least.
Clematis was never so happy. She smiled and hummed a little song all
the morning. Now and then she would stop to pat Deborah, who slept by
He is going to let me stay another week, Debby! she would whisper.
Another week, another whole week.
This week was passing also, when Clematis had a great surprise.
It was a letter from Miss Rose.
Oh, read it to me, read it to me! she exclaimed, as she climbed up
into Mr. Brooks's lap.
So he opened the envelope and read:
Mr. Brooks has asked us if he might keep you for a year. Do
you think you would like to stay?
I shall go to see you in Tilton next week, so you must be
thinking it over, and decide if you really want to stay?
Your true friend,
After he had finished, Clematis was silent for a moment. Then she
looked up at him with a happy smile.
Please read it again, she said.
So he read it again, while she sat still in his lap.
Do you think you would really like to stay? he asked, when he had
Clematis patted his hand, and snuggled her face against his
Can Debby stay, too? she asked.
Of course she can. We couldn't get along without Debby.
That night Clematis looked out at the golden light, just fading from
A star was twinkling in the sky. The brook was bubbling down among
the trees, and the wind hummed a little tune in their soft branches.
She was very happy.
I am going to be happy always now, she said.
CHAPTER XX. THE TRUE FAIRY STORY
The next week they got Mr. Giles's horse, and drove down to meet
Miss Rose at the station.
How glad Clematis was to see her!
She sat in her lap all the way back to Bean Hill, and told her about
the mountains, the lakes, the trees, and the birds.
So you think you would like to stay a whole year, do you? asked
Clematis smiled and nodded.
Deborah can stay too, she said.
When they got to the little cottage, Miss Rose went in with Mr.
Brooks, and had a long talk.
She told him all she knew about Clematis.
He listened while she told him how Clematis ran away, how the
policeman found her, and how she came to the Home.
Have you any trace of her father and mother?
No, they said the father's name was Jones, but I am not sure that
was her father's true name. Both her father and mother died when she
was a baby, they say.
Mr. Brooks looked puzzled.
Did the mother leave nothing when she died, that people might know
Miss Rose reached into her little black bag and brought out the
picture. Mr. Brooks did not take it at first.
They said the father's name was Jones; did they tell you his first
name? he asked.
No, just Jones. I could learn no other name.
Miss Rose held out the picture, and Mr. Brooks's hand trembled as he
After one look, he carried it to the window.
There he held it to the light, and gazed at it a long time.
Do you see some one there you know? asked Miss Rose.
Wouldn't you know your own daughter, if you saw her?
Miss Rose smiled. Then she saw tears in his eyes.
Please forgive me for smiling, she said. You reminded me so much
of Clematis. She asks questions just like that.
Well, wouldn't you expect her to be like her own grandfather?
Then Mr. Brooks smiled too.
Is she really your grandchild? exclaimed Miss Rose.
Yes, she is, she must be. This is her mother here.
He pointed to one of the girls in the picture.
This was taken in front of the Seminary, a year before she ran away
to be married.
Oh, it seems just like a fairy story. I can hardly believe it.
Miss Rose looked again at the picture.
Yes, it is like a fairy story, Mr. Brooks replied. Dear, wayward
girl. She needn't have run away. I would have gladly forgiven her.
Then you will take Clematis to live with you, I suppose.
Yes indeed. I have wondered about that name, Clematis. Her mother
loved flowers. She loved the clematis vine about the door most of all.
I suppose she named Clematis in memory of her dear old home, said
Then Mr. Brooks told Miss Rose about the white house on the hill.
I suppose we ought to move back there, now, he said. Then
Clematis can go to the Union School, and grow up like other children.
It is wonderful. It is a fairy story, I am sure, she replied, for
the fairies must have led Clematis to your door. She will be the
happiest child alive, when we tell her.
And Clematis was the happiest girl alive, when they called her in
and told her the whole story.
She climbed into her grandfather's lap, and held his hand, while
Miss Rose told it just like a fairy tale.
Are we going to live in the house where all the vines are? she
asked, when Miss Rose was done.
Yes, dear, you are.
And I can stay there always?
And will you be my grandpa always?
She looked up at Mr. Brooks. He smiled and kissed her hot cheek.
Yes, little maiden. You shall be my housekeeper, and we shall be as
happy as robins in an apple tree.
So Miss Rose went back to Boston, and told them all the story.
The children made her tell it over and over again. They said it was
better than any fairy tale they had ever read.
And did she really sleep out in the woods alone? asked Sally.
And does her grandfather really and truly have a big white house on
a hill? asked Jane.
Yes, yes, yes. It is all true, every word of it, answered Miss
Even Clematis could hardly believe it all, at first.
She followed her grandfather all about, wherever he went, for fear
he might fly away, and never come back.
In the golden October, they moved up to the white house on the hill,
grandfather, Clematis, and Deborah.
There Clematis had the room over the porch, where the vines climbed
around her window. She could look out each morning, and see the river,
and the lakes, with the mountains beyond.
She felt a little strange among all the new people she saw each day,
and she had very much to learn. But Clematis learned the best thing of
all, to do the best she could, and she soon grew into a sweet, useful
Her little friends loved her, and her teachers helped her, for she
tried to please them, and never complained because things were not easy
When she heard that Sally and the other girls could hardly believe
her story, she went and whispered to her grandfather.
May I? she asked.
Of course you may, he said, as many as you want.
Then she wrote a letter all her own self. She invited all the girls
her own age, at the Home, to visit her the next summer, and see for
So if you ever go to Tilton, you must look about for a strong, happy
girl, with big brown eyes, who studies her lessons, and works in the
garden, and has the happiest time any girl ever had, with her
grandfather, in the big white house on the hill.