guess I won't bother with teeth and things tonight," she said to
herself.

So she pulled off her clothes, and got into bed.

"Oh Clematis, you can't do that. You've got to pick up your clothes,
and clean your teeth, and do lots of things."

Jane came and shook her, as she snuggled under the clothes.

"Oh, I'm too tired tonight. I'll do it tomorrow night."

Clematis did not stir.

Just then Miss Rose came into the sleeping room.

She saw Jane trying to get Clematis out of bed. She also saw the
pile of clothes.

"Clematis, I can't have this. Get right out of bed, and do as I told
you last night."

She wanted children to obey her, and she had tried to be very kind
to Clematis.

The other children giggled, as Clematis got slowly out of bed.

But Miss Rose frowned at them.

"You see that she does every single thing she ought," said Miss Rose
to Jane, "and if she doesn't, you tell me."

Then Miss Rose went away, and left the girls to get ready for bed.

Poor Clematis had a hard time of it. The other girls made fun of
her, because she was so clumsy and slow. At last she got her clothes
folded up, and went to wash.

"She isn't washing her neck and ears," said Jane to herself, "but I
guess I won't tell."

So at last Clematis got into bed again, and went to sleep.

CHAPTER VI

CLEMATIS HAS A HARD ROW TO HOE

It was all Jane could do the next morning to make Clematis get up
when the rising bell rang.

"I don't want to get up yet," grumbled Clematis. "I will get up
pretty soon."

"No you won't either. You'll get up right off now. We have to be
ready for breakfast in fifteen minutes."

Jane pulled down the clothes, while the other girls laughed. Poor
Clematis had to get up.

At first she was cross, but when she looked out of the window, she
smiled.

From this window she could see way off to a beautiful hill, golden
brown in the morning sun.

Part way to the hill was a river. Its little waves shimmered and
danced. Its shores were quite green already.

Now Clematis was wide awake and happy. She started to dress.

"Wash first," said Jane.

Clematis started to grumble again, but when she looked into the
mirror above the wash stand, there was the river, smiling at her in
the mirror.

She knew this river. She had been there. Perhaps she would go again
some day.

For breakfast they had a bowl of oatmeal and milk, with two slices
of bread.

Clematis looked around while they were eating.