Her eyes were drooping, and she was growing quiet. Her head rested on his shoulder.
Mr. Brooks was thinking what to say, when he looked down at her face.
Her brown eyes were closed, and she was fast asleep.
He held her there a while. Then he took her into the next room, and laid her on the bed.
Covered with a warm blanket, she sighed softly, and sank into a deep slumber.
“I can’t take her home tonight. She ought to have a long, quiet sleep,” said Mr. Brooks to himself.
He watched her a while. Then he went out, up the mountain to Mr. Giles’s house.
There he telephoned to Atkinson’s store.
In another minute a little boy was racing up the street. He called to every one on his way:
“Clematis is found! Clematis is found! She’s up on Bean Hill.”