The bell rang, and the long line of children formed once more.
They marched out through the long hall, up the broad stairs to the play room.
There were little tables, with low chairs to match. Some of the tables held games.
In one corner of the room was a great doll house, that a rich lady had given to the Home.
In another corner was a small wooden swing with two seats.
A rocking horse stood near the window, and a box of bean bags lay on a low shelf near by.
Soon all were playing happily, except Clematis, who stood near the window.
She was looking at the trees, which were sending out red buds. The sun had set, and the sky was rosy with the last light of day.
“Don’t you want to play?” asked Miss Rose, coming across the room.
Clematis shook her head.