CLEMATIS
CHAPTER I
LOST IN THE BIG CITY
It was early Spring. A warm sun shone down upon the city street. On the edge of the narrow brick sidewalk a little girl was sitting.
Her gingham dress was old and shabby. The short, brown coat had lost all its buttons, and a rusty pin held it together.
A faded blue cap partly covered her brown hair, which hung in short, loose curls around her face.
She had been sitting there almost an hour when a policeman came along.
“I wonder where that girl belongs,” he said, as he looked down at her. “She is a new one on Chambers Street.”
He walked on, but he looked back as he walked, to see if she went away.