Clematis dropped her kitten, and the tears ran down her cheeks, as she followed Miss Rose upstairs.
Katie looked after her with a sad smile.
“She’ll have a hard row to hoe round here, believe me,” she said to herself.
Mrs. Snow frowned when Miss Rose told her.
“I am very sorry,” she said. “She may work with Jane, then, in the dormitory. Jane is a good worker and can teach her.”
Poor Clematis was rather frightened when she heard that she was to work in the dormitory. She was afraid a dormitory was some dark place like a prison. She did not know that the dormitory was the big room where she had slept.
Soon Clematis was back in the big room again. There she took the place of another little girl, who was making up the beds with Jane.
“Hurry up now,” said Jane. “We have got to get these beds all made up before nine o’clock. School begins then.”
She showed Clematis how to tuck the sheet in, down at the foot, and pull it up smooth at the head of the bed.
Clematis was looking out of the window, way over the river, to the sunny brown hill.