Clematis gasped. Could it be for her? She had never dreamed of owning a dress like that.
The little girl sat there a moment, without speaking. Then she pointed one finger at herself.
“Right, the very first time,” said Miss Rose. “This blouse is to travel in. There is another.”
She reached down and lifted another blouse. This was white, with blue collar and cuffs, and a blue star on the sleeve.
All this was too much for Clematis. The tears stood in her eyes, and she breathed fast. But she did not say very much to speak her gratitude.
“Oh, thanks,” was all she said. Miss Rose saw in her face how much it all meant to her.
“I am proud of this little patient,” said Doctor Wyatt, the next day. “If she keeps on at this rate, we can send her up to Tilton next week.”
“What are you sewing?”