“Did you wish to see me about one of the children?” asked Mrs. Snow.
“Yes, marm, about this little girl right here.”
The man turned and smiled at Clematis, who was standing close by Miss Rose.
“Hello, Clematis, I thought I should find you somewhere.”
Clematis smiled too, but she did not speak.
“Oh,” said Mrs. Snow, “are you the one who took care of this little girl?”
“Yes, marm. I’ve had her ever since she was a little baby.”
Mrs. Snow thought a minute.
“I suppose you want to take her home with you.”
“I don’t know about that. I have no home to keep a child in, and do right by her. You see, my wife is sick most of the time.”