He took her into the little house, and got a basin and water.
“There, dear, wash your face and hands. You will feel better.
“Now sit down, Clematis,” said Mr. Brooks, when she had finished washing her face and hands, “and we will have a bite to eat.”
He cut a slice of bread. On this he spread some butter, and sprinkled a little sugar.
Clematis watched him with hungry eyes.
“Dear child, you must be starved,” he said, as she took a great bite.
“Wouldn’t you be hungry if you hadn’t had any breakfast or dinner?”
Clematis took another big bite.
“No breakfast? No dinner? Where have you been all day?”
“I stayed in the little house where they boil the sap.”