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.