A small girl who knows only that her name is Clematis is picked up by a friendly policeman and taken to a children's home. In the summer when she is sent to the country to rest, she finds her grandfather. The language is simple and the print large. A story with unusually good "American atmosphere" for small children.
eard. Every child stopped eating. Miss Rose turned red, and Mrs. Snow looked up in surprise.
"Miew, miew, miew," came from under the table. In another minute a little head peeped over the edge of the table where Clematis sat. It was a kitten, with a black spot over one eye.
"Miew, miew," Deborah continued, and stuck her little red tongue right into the yellow bowl. She was very hungry, and could wait no longer.
[Illustration: Deborah was very hungry]
Mrs. Snow rapped on the table, for every child laughed right out. What fun it was! No one had ever seen a cat in there before.
"Miss Rose, will you kindly put that cat out. Put her out the front door." Mrs. Snow was very stern. She didn't wish any cats in the Home.
Clematis looked at Mrs. Snow. Her eyes filled with tears, and she began to sob.
Miss Rose turned as red as Deborah's tongue. She had not asked Mrs. Snow if she might let the cat in. She thought it would stay in the kitchen with Katie.
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