In the country at last
Miss Rose went and stood by the bed, smoothing her forehead with her soft hand.
“I was thinking,” said Clematis. “I was thinking that—that perhaps I could have Deborah come to see me, just for a minute.”
“Well, you wait a minute, and I’ll see.”
Miss Rose went out, and Clematis waited to hear her steps again. She had not seen Deborah for a long time.
Soon she heard Miss Rose coming back. She shut her eyes till the footsteps came up to the bed, and before she opened them, there was a little pounce beside her.
Her dear Deborah was rubbing a cold nose against her cheek, and purring how glad she was to see her.
Clematis smoothed and patted her a long time, as she lay purring close by her side.