“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 ride.
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.