ay?" asked Miss Rose, coming across the room.

Clematis shook her head.

"What would you like to do, dear?"

Clematis thought a moment.

"I should like to help Katie in the kitchen. She must need some
little girl."

Miss Rose smiled. "If Clematis can get down into the kitchen, she
can see her kitten," she thought. "She is a sly little puss
herself."

"I don't think you could go down tonight, but if you are a good girl
I am sure Katie will want you to help her before long."

Clematis smiled.

"Come now, and I will ask Jane to show you the doll house."

So the little girls took Clematis over to the doll house that stood
in the corner.

Jane opened the front door, so they could look in and see four
pretty rooms.

Lace curtains hung at the tiny windows. New rugs were on the
floors.

There was a tiny kitchen, with a tiny stove and tiny kettles, all
just like your own house. It was enough to make any girl happy.

It was so much fun that Clematis forgot to be sad, and was not ready
to leave the doll house when the bell rang once more. It was
bedtime.

"That is the sleepy bell," said Jane, closing the door to the doll
house, and running toward the stairs.

Clematis was at the end of the row, as the girls went out of the
playroom, and Miss Rose spoke as she passed through the door.

"I will show you where you are to sleep, my dear. You go with the
other children, and I'll come in a few minutes."

Clematis followed the other children up the stairs to the sleeping
rooms.

Miss Rose soon came, and together they went to the room at the end
of the hall.

How sweet that room looked to the tired little stranger!

A white iron bed stood against the wall, near the window. A small
table held a wash basin and pitcher. There was a cup and soap dish,
too.

Two clean towels hung near by.

Best of all was the little white bureau, with a mirror. The mirror
had a white frame.

There was a pink rug before the bureau, and beside the bureau was a
white chair.

"Oh, my!" cried Clematis, "see the flowers on the wall!" The pink
wall paper was covered with white roses and their green leaves.

Miss Rose took a white nightdress from the bureau, and laid it on
the bed.

"Now, Clematis, I shall give you just ten minutes to undress. When I
come back I want you to be all ready for me."

Miss Rose went out, and Clematis started on her shoes.

"I guess she don't know how fast I can undress," she said to
herself.

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