“Well, then,” she said, “we will learn the Lord’s Prayer, and then you will know the most beautiful prayer of all.”
They knelt down together, and Clematis said over the words after Miss Rose.
“Now good night, dear, and pleasant dreams,” said Miss Rose, as she tucked her in.
“Good night,” said Clematis.
The door closed, and all was dark.
The maple trees swayed gently outside the window.
They nodded to Clematis, as she watched them with sleepy eyes.
One little star peeped in at her through the maple tree.