She saw Jane trying to get Clematis out of bed. She also saw the pile of clothes.
“Clematis, I can’t have this. Get right out of bed, and do as I told you last night.”
She wanted children to obey her, and she had tried to be very kind to Clematis.
The other children giggled, as Clematis got slowly out of bed.
But Miss Rose frowned at them.
“You see that she does every single thing she ought,” said Miss Rose to Jane, “and if she doesn’t, you tell me.”
Then Miss Rose went away, and left the girls to get ready for bed.
Poor Clematis had a hard time of it. The other girls made fun of her, because she was so clumsy and slow. At last she got her clothes folded up, and went to wash.
“She isn’t washing her neck and ears,” said Jane to herself, “but I guess I won’t tell.”
So at last Clematis got into bed again, and went to sleep.