Miss Rose was beside the bed, and heard her as she moved.
“Do you feel better now, dear little girl?” asked Miss Rose.
Clematis looked at her a moment with eyes wide open.
“He said I could go, didn’t he?” she asked.
“Yes, surely he did, and you can go; you shall go just as soon as you are well.”
Clematis smiled a happy smile.
“I want a drink of that orange juice.”
Miss Rose brought a glass with ice in it, and held it, while Clematis sipped it slowly. Then she washed her face and hands in cold water.
“Thanks,” the little girl whispered, as she turned on the pillow, and went off to sleep again.
There was great joy all through the Home, for every one knew that Clematis was getting well.