After supper Miss Rose called to her, as the children were going to the playroom.
“Clematis,” she said, “do you think that if you stayed here you could work real hard, and learn to do as the other children do?”
“Very well. Mrs. Snow finds that we can keep you here. I will try to teach you myself, so you can catch up with the other children.”
“Yes’m,” said Clematis.
That is all she said, but she was so glad, that she could not sleep for a long time after she went to bed.
She lay awake thinking, and thinking, of the things she would learn to do, so she might go at last to the country, the land of flowers, and grass, and birds; the land where white clouds floated always in a blue, blue sky.