“Well, how would you like to live in a place where you had to stay in an old brick yard all day, and never saw even grass?”
Thinking of the land of flowers
Miss Rose thought a while. Then she got up and started back to the Home.
Clematis followed her slowly. She was sorry to go.
That night Mrs. Snow talked with Miss Rose again.
“She must have lived in the city,” said Miss Rose. “She had to stay in a yard paved with bricks all day. She doesn’t remember her parents at all. She ran away, that is sure.”
“I hardly know what to do,” said Mrs. Snow, at last. “She can stay here for a while, and perhaps the people she lived with will find her here.”
So Mrs. Snow told the policeman what they had found out, and he said they would do the best they could to find her people.