People laugh when they hear the story. You see, it all came about because the children told tales on each other, and it was a good joke on them.
But as Clematis stood there, before Mrs. Snow and Miss Rose, she didn’t see the joke at all. She cried, and hid her face in her arms.
“Come here, dear,” said Mrs. Snow. “It is all right, and you shall have every dandelion you find in the yard.”
“Wasn’t it stealing?” sobbed Clematis.
“No, it was all right, if you found it first.”
“And can I have all I find first?”
“Yes, indeed you can.”
Clematis lifted her head, and wiped the tears from her eyes.
“Oh,” she said, and seemed happy once more. She smoothed the limp little flower in her hot hand.
“And now,” said Mrs. Snow, “I wonder if you can tell us some more about yourself.”