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 again.
“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?”