Part way to the hill was a river. Its little waves shimmered and danced. Its shores were quite green already.
Now Clematis was wide awake and happy. She started to dress.
“Wash first,” said Jane.
Clematis started to grumble again, but when she looked into the mirror above the wash stand, there was the river, smiling at her in the mirror.
She knew this river. She had been there. Perhaps she would go again some day.
For breakfast they had a bowl of oatmeal and milk, with two slices of bread.
Clematis looked around while they were eating.
“Don’t you ever get a cup of coffee for breakfast?” she asked of Sally, who sat next to her.
“Oh, no, never, but sometimes we have cocoa, on real cold mornings.”
Clematis turned up her nose a little. She did not care much for oatmeal.