Miss Rose laughed. “No dear, perhaps not, but we must brush them carefully each night with water, or they will soon be aching.”
“Will that stop teeth from aching?”
“Yes indeed, it will help very much to keep them from aching.”
“All right, then.” Clematis began to brush her teeth. “My teeth ached last week. I nearly died,” she answered.
The teeth were cleaned, and Clematis was ready for bed.
“Now dear, let us say our prayers.”
“I don’t know any prayers.”
Miss Rose looked at Clematis in pity. “Don’t you really know any prayers at all?”
“Would you know any prayers if you had never learned any?”
Miss Rose smiled sadly.