“Still,” said Miss Rose, “you might have a chance later. If you try hard I will not forget you.”
Clematis tried to feel happier then, but there were so many things to learn, and so few days to learn them in, that she hardly dared to hope very much.
She found it very hard to learn to play happily with the other children, and liked it much better just to get Deborah all by herself and play with her.
July went by, and the children began to come back again. They told stories of the wonderful things they had seen, and now Clematis was only too glad to sit near them and listen.
Clematis is better
“Oh,” said Sally, who had been to Maine, “Mr. Lane had a field almost as big as a whole city, full of long grass and daisies.”
“Would he let you pick the daisies?” asked Clematis.
“Of course he would; all you wanted.”