“Did you hear me, Miss Rose? I wish you would please put the cat out the door. We can’t have it here.”
Miss Rose started to get up, when Clematis slipped out of her chair, hugging Deborah tightly to her breast.
The tears were running down her cheeks, as she started for the door.
“Where are you going, little girl?” said Mrs. Snow.
Clematis did not answer, but kept right on.
“Stop her, Miss Rose. What is the matter, anyway? Dear me, what a fuss!”
Miss Rose caught Clematis by the arm.
“Wait, dear,” she said. “Don’t act like that. Answer Mrs. Snow.”
“I don’t care,” sobbed Clematis, looking back. “I don’t want to stay here if you are going to throw my cat away.”
“I should have asked you, Mrs. Snow,” said Miss Rose. “She had the kitten with her. She cried to bring it in, and Katie said she would care for it in the kitchen.”