Clematis patted his hand, and snuggled her face against his shoulder.
“Can Debby stay, too?” she asked.
“Of course she can. We couldn’t get along without Debby.”
That night Clematis looked out at the golden light, just fading from the mountains.
A star was twinkling in the sky. The brook was bubbling down among the trees, and the wind hummed a little tune in their soft branches.
She was very happy.
“I am going to be happy always now,” she said.