There was a tiny kitchen, with a tiny stove and tiny kettles, all just like your own house. It was enough to make any girl happy.
It was so much fun that Clematis forgot to be sad, and was not ready to leave the doll house when the bell rang once more. It was bedtime.
“That is the sleepy bell,” said Jane, closing the door to the doll house, and running toward the stairs.
Clematis was at the end of the row, as the girls went out of the playroom, and Miss Rose spoke as she passed through the door.
“I will show you where you are to sleep, my dear. You go with the other children, and I’ll come in a few minutes.”
Clematis followed the other children up the stairs to the sleeping rooms.
Miss Rose soon came, and together they went to the room at the end of the hall.
How sweet that room looked to the tired little stranger!
A white iron bed stood against the wall, near the window. A small table held a wash basin and pitcher. There was a cup and soap dish, too.
Two clean towels hung near by.