“Yes’m, I’ll tell you all you ask, and I won’t tell any lies.”
“I’m sure you won’t. Perhaps you can remember, now, where you lived before you came here.”
Clematis shook her head. “I told Miss Rose every single thing,” she said, “except—”
“Except what?”
“Except that I ran away.”
Clematis hung her head again.
“Why did you run away?”
“Well, wouldn’t you run away, if you had to stay in a yard all day that was nothing but bricks?”
Mrs. Snow smiled. “Perhaps I would,” she replied.
“Didn’t you ever go out at all?” asked Miss Rose, who had been listening.