CHAPTER XVII
WHERE IS CLEMATIS?
On Monday Clematis found a big, blue envelope, with the other mail.
“I guess you have a letter for your own self this time,” said Mr. Morse, as he handed her the mail.
Clematis did not stop to look at the little fishes by the shore. She hurried straight home.
It was a letter for her own self. Miss Rose sent it to her.
“Oh, I wish I had learned to read. Please read mine first, Mrs. Alder?”
“Do you think that is polite?” asked Mrs. Alder.
“No’m, but you get lots of letters.”