“They gave you a bath, didn’t they?” she said, as she put her bread into her bowl.
Clematis nodded.
“And you got a nice clean apron like ours, didn’t you?”
Clematis nodded again.
“Oh, see her hair, it’s lovely!” sighed a little girl across the table, who had short, straight hair.
Clematis’ soft brown curls were neatly brushed, and tied with a dark red ribbon.
She did not look much like the child who came in an hour before.
“What’s her name?” asked Jane, looking at Miss Rose.
“We’ll ask her tomorrow. Now stop talking please, so she can eat her supper.”
At that, the little girl looked up at Miss Rose and said: “My name is Clematis, and my kitty’s name is Deborah.”