Clematis lay there, peaceful and quiet. Her little hand was white and still as marble. Her face seemed very happy. All pain was gone, and a smile lay upon the pale lips.
“Oh, little Clematis. To think I should have been asleep!”
Miss Rose took out her handkerchief, and bent her head down on the bed, weeping.
A slight sound seemed to come from the pillow. Miss Rose looked up.
The child’s eyes were open wide. She was looking at her in wonder.
“He said I could go, didn’t he?” said Clematis in a faint voice.
Miss Rose choked down her sobs.
“Yes, yes, Clematis, he did, he did.”
“Well, then, what are you crying about?”
Clematis closed her eyes again and lay, still as before, with a little smile on her lips.