“That is just what we thought, marm,” Mr. Smith replied. “We kept her along, hoping we should find some one to claim her, but no one came. She is too big for us to care for now.”
“Then you are ready to give her up?”
“Yes, marm, if you will care for her. She is very restless, and always wanting to run off.”
Mrs. Snow turned to Clematis.
“Do you think you would rather stay here, than go back with Mr. Smith?”
“Yes’m,” said Clematis, quickly. She had been thinking of the visits to the country. If she went back to the yard, all made of bricks, how would she ever see the grass and flowers?
“Very well, Mr. Smith. I think you have done a good deal to keep her as long as you have. She was well fed, even if she didn’t learn much.”
“Thank you, marm.”
Then Miss Rose took Clematis out of the office, while Mrs. Snow talked with Mr. Smith.
All the afternoon Clematis wondered what they were going to do with her.