In Grandfather’s house
Poor Clematis, she had never said so much at one time in her life.
Then she burst into tears. She was tired, and worn, and faint.
Mr. Brooks took her into his lap. He hardly knew what to say to comfort her.
“Have you no father or mother?” he asked.
“No,” she sobbed, “I haven’t anybody at all.”
“You see I am all alone here. I haven’t any good place to keep a little girl.”
“I don’t care, I can sleep on the floor.”