The boots were thrown down on the clean gingham dress, and the fresh apron was sadly crushed.
“I am sorry, little girl,” said Miss Rose, “but you will have to get right up.”
“Why?” asked Clematis.
“No little girl can go to bed without washing her face and hands. No little girl can leave her clothes like this.”
“Isn’t this my room?” said Clematis, slowly getting out of bed.
“It is for tonight. We always let a new child sleep alone the first night.”
“Wasn’t I quick in getting into bed? Why must I get up?”
“Look, dear. Look at that pile of clothes.”
“Oh, I always leave them there,” replied Clematis. “Then I know just where to find them in the morning.”
“We don’t do so here, Clematis. Now please pick up the clothes, fold them, and put them on the chair.