He smiled at her in his kindly way, when she went out.
“Let me see, I don’t know your name, do I?” he asked, taking her hand.
“It’s Clematis.”
“Well, Clematis, I’m glad to see you. I hope you will come again.”
“That little girl looks just like another little girl I used to know,” he said to Mr. Alder.
“She is here for a week or two. Doctor Wyatt sent her up.” Mr. Alder whispered to him a minute, before they went away.
“How would you like to take a long walk this afternoon, Clematis?” said Mr. Alder, while she was eating her ice cream and cake.
“Oh, yes, let’s.” Clematis was glad enough. She never liked Sundays very well.
“Good, we can walk up Bean Hill, if you think you can go that far.”
