He waited for her to answer, but she said nothing.
“Come miss, you must think. How can I take you home if you don’t tell me where you live?”
“I don’t know.”
“Oh, dear me! That is all I get for an answer. Well then, I’ll have to take you down to the station. May be you will find a tongue down there.”
As he spoke, he took hold of her arm to help her up. Then he tried one more question.
“What is your name?”
“My name is Clematis.”
As she spoke she moved her arm, and out from the coat peeped a kitten. It was white, with a black spot over one eye.
“There, that is better,” answered the policeman. “Now tell me your last name.”
“That is all the name I have, just Clematis.”