Miss Rose looked at the table. Every slice of bread and every cookie was in place.
“Yes, dear; your work is well done. You may ring.”
At the sound of the supper bell, a tramping of many feet sounded in the long hall.
The doors of the dining room were opened, and Mrs. Snow came in, followed by a double line of little girls.
Each girl knew just where to find her place, and stood waiting for the signal to sit.
A teacher stood at the head of each table, and beside Miss Rose was the little stranger.
Mrs. Snow was the housemother. She asked the blessing, while every little girl bowed her head.
Clematis stared about at the other children all this time, and wondered what they were doing.
Now they were seated, and each girl buttoned her bib in place before she tasted her supper.
Sally sat next to Clematis.