Clematis shook her head.
“I don’t remember. It was a long time ago.”
“Do you mean she died a long time ago?”
Miss Rose asked her some other questions. At last she said:
“Well, tell me the name of the man you lived with.”
“His name was Smith.”
“Oh dear, there are so many Smiths, we shall never guess the right one. Dear me, Clematis. I don’t know how we shall ever find your home.”
Clematis threw a big stone into the water, which made a big splash.
“I hope you never will,” she said.
“Why, Clematis! Do you mean that you wish never to go back where you came from?”