“Then put your boots under the chair, and take off your pretty hair ribbon.”
Clematis gathered the clothes together, but she was not happy.
“I know you are tired, dear, but I am tired too, and we must do things right, even if we are tired.
“Now I must show you how to wash, and brush your teeth, and then have you say your prayers, before I can leave you.”
“Oh bother!” sighed Clematis.
“No, we mustn’t say words like that. Come now, we will get washed.”
Miss Rose poured some water from the pitcher, and made Clematis wash her hands, and arms, and face, carefully. Then she took a toothbrush from a box and gave it to her.
“What is this for?” asked Clematis.
“Why dear,” answered Miss Rose in surprise, “that is a tooth brush.”
“A tooth brush! Why, there is no hair on my teeth.”