Clematis got up and walked near the fence, where the leaves were thicker. There she poked them away, and found longer blades of grass, and new leaves, green and shiny.
“Oh,” she said to herself, “I hope I can come out here every day.”
Then she stopped. She pushed away some more leaves. She looked around at the other children.
None of them were looking at her.
She stooped, and took something from under the pile of leaves.
Again she looked about, but nobody was paying attention to her. All the children were playing games.
Then a sound made her look up. It was the bell. Recess was over, and all the children were going in.
Clematis put her hand into her apron pocket quickly, and followed the other children back to school.
“How has the new girl done today?” asked Mrs. Snow, just before they sat down to dinner.
“She seems to feel more at home,” replied Miss Rose. “She doesn’t know her letters yet. I guess she has grown up all by herself.”