Ned shouted at the top of his voice.
Clematis would have been surprised, if she had seen how glad Mrs. Alder was to know that she was safe.
They sent a message to Miss Rose, and told her that Clematis was found.
Every one was glad. Every one asked how she ever got way up there on Bean Hill, but no one knew.
All this time Clematis was sleeping quietly.
When Mr. Brooks returned, she had not stirred.
He stood and looked at her a long, long time.
When he turned away there were tears in his eyes.
“Poor little elf,” he whispered. “She thought I meant just what I said.”
He spread some blankets on the floor, and lay down, but he did not go to sleep.