A little girl was coming up the path
Deborah slept each night in a little box close by her bed, and followed her about all day long.
The week passed very quickly. On Friday, Mr. Brooks saw that she was silent and thoughtful.
“I don’t think I can spare you yet,” he said at breakfast. “I must ask Mrs. Snow to let you stay another week, at least.”
Clematis was never so happy. She smiled and hummed a little song all the morning. Now and then she would stop to pat Deborah, who slept by the stove.
“He is going to let me stay another week, Debby!” she would whisper. “Another week, another whole week.”
This week was passing also, when Clematis had a great surprise.
It was a letter from Miss Rose.
“Oh, read it to me, read it to me!” she exclaimed, as she climbed up into Mr. Brooks’s lap.