“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.