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 path.
“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.