“To the country where the flowers grow, and where there is grass all around?”
“Sure, and where they give you milk and apple pie. Oh, apple pie even for breakfast, and doughnuts between meals. I had doughnuts every day.”
“Crickety!” said Clematis.
“You’d better not let Miss Rose hear you say that, and you needn’t worry. You won’t go to any country, when you can’t even make beds.”
Clematis gave Jane a frightened look, and started to work the best she knew how.
But the best Clematis knew how was very poor work, and by the time the bell rang for school, one bed still had to be done.
“Let it alone,” said Jane. “I can make it up faster myself.”
Her hands and feet moved fast enough to surprise little Clematis, who followed her friend down to the school room, wondering how long it would take her to learn to make beds.