“Come on, let’s go,” she said.
“You might wait till I get my coat and hat on.” Miss Rose was laughing at her.
Soon they were down by the river. Miss Rose sat on the gravel, while Clematis ran along the edge of the water.
She sailed bits of wood for boats, and threw little stones in, to see the rings they made. She was very, very happy.
“Clematis,” said Miss Rose, “don’t you remember the street you lived on?”
Clematis thought a minute.
“How would you know the street you lived on if nobody ever told you?”
Miss Rose thought a moment.
“Don’t you remember your mother’s name?”