The other children giggled, for Clematis was as large as Jane. Jane was eight, and could read very well.
“Tomorrow you must go into the special class, and you must work hard, and catch up as fast as you can.”
“Yes’m.”
Clematis was angry. She didn’t like to be laughed at.
At recess, all the children ran out into the yard to play. It was a large yard, with a high wooden fence around it.
Glad to be free, Jane ran off to find some chums, and left Clematis to play by herself.
So Clematis wandered round by the fence till she came to a sunny spot, near the big maple tree with the red buds.
Here she picked up a dead twig and sat down, turning over the dried leaves with the twig, and throwing them in the air.
As she picked up the leaves, she saw some blades of grass beneath them.
Then she picked up more leaves, and found many blades of grass growing beneath their warm shelter.