“Oh, well, I guess you scared her, Jim. Let me ask her. I’ll find out.”
The new policeman smiled at Clematis. “Come on now, sister,” he said. “Tell us where you live. That’s a good girl.”
Clematis reached up one hand and took hold of her friend’s big finger. She looked at the new policeman a moment.
“If you didn’t know where you lived, how could you tell anyone?” she said.
Jim Cunneen laughed. He liked to feel her little hand.
“See how scared she is of me,” he said. “We are old friends now.”
Again they asked the little girl all the questions they could think of. But it was of no use. She could not tell them where she lived. She would not tell them very much about herself.
At last the Captain came in. They told him about this queer little girl.
He asked her questions also. Then he said:
“We shall have to send her to the Home. If anyone claims her he can find her there.”