CHAPTER VII
WHAT CLEMATIS FOUND
School began with music, and Miss Rose went to the piano. The minute she began to play, Clematis stood up, and stared at her.
“Sit down. Don’t stand up now.” Jane pulled her sleeve.
But Clematis paid no attention. She kept her eyes on the piano, and seemed to hear nothing else.
The song was of Spring; of birds, and brooks, and flowers. Clematis listened to every word, and when it was finished she sat down with a sigh.
After the singing, they had a class in reading.
Clematis stared at the words on the blackboard, but could not tell any of them.
“Have you learned any of your letters?” asked Miss Rose.
“No’m,” said Clematis.