“There now. Why don’t you look out?” said Jane. For Clematis had given such a pull that she pulled all the clothes out at the foot of the bed.
“I was looking out, so there,” said Clematis.
“Yes, looking out of the window, that’s all.” Jane was vexed.
“Now hurry up and get them tucked in again.”
But Clematis was very clumsy, and not very willing. She had never had to make beds before. She didn’t see any need of it.
“Why can’t you leave the blankets till you go to bed, and then just pull them up?” she said, pouting.
“Because you can’t, that’s why. And you’d better try, or you’ll never get a chance to go to the country.”
“What do you mean? Who goes to the country?”
Clematis came round the bed and took Jane by the arm.
“Why, most of the children who do well, or try hard to do well, go to the country for two weeks in the summer.”