“Well, you will have to be doing some work round here. It’s lucky for you that Mrs. Snow is good to little girls. You would have a hard row to hoe in some homes, believe me.”
Clematis was busy tying her hair ribbon round Deborah’s neck, and did not answer.
The morning went fast, and the dinner was ready before Clematis was ready to leave her kitten.
For dinner they had soup, in the little yellow bowls, with a big piece of Johnny cake, and some ginger bread.
As soon as dinner was over, Miss Rose brought Clematis a brown coat.
It was not new, but it was neat and warm, much better than the one she had worn the day before.
“Come, Clematis,” she said, “I am going out to walk. Don’t you want to go with me?”
“Where are you going?” asked Clematis, shrinking back.
“Oh, out in the park, and down by the river. I think you will like it.”
Clematis put on the coat as quickly as she could. Then she took Miss Rose by the hand.