CHAPTER IV
WHO IS CLEMATIS?
The bright sun was shining on the red buds of the maple tree when Clematis woke the next morning.
It was early. The rising bell had not rung. Clematis got up and looked out of the open window.
She could see nothing but houses across the street, but the buds of the maple were beautiful in the sun.
“I wish I had some of those buds to put in my room,” said Clematis to herself.
She took her clothes, and began to dress. While she was dressing, she looked again at the maple buds, and wanted them more than ever.
“If I reached out a little way, I could get some of those, I just know I could,” she thought.
As soon as she got her shoes on she pushed the window wide open.
She leaned out. Some beautiful buds were very near, but she could not quite reach them.