id a dormitory was some dark
place like a prison. She did not know that the dormitory was the big
room where she had slept.

Soon Clematis was back in the big room again. There she took the
place of another little girl, who was making up the beds with Jane.

"Hurry up now," said Jane. "We have got to get these beds all made
up before nine o'clock. School begins then."

She showed Clematis how to tuck the sheet in, down at the foot, and
pull it up smooth at the head of the bed.

Clematis was looking out of the window, way over the river, to the
sunny brown hill.

"There now. Why don't you look out?" said Jane. For Clematis had
given such a pull that she pulled all the clothes out at the foot of
the bed.

"I was looking out, so there," said Clematis.

"Yes, looking out of the window, that's all." Jane was vexed.

"Now hurry up and get them tucked in again."

But Clematis was very clumsy, and not very willing. She had never
had to make beds before. She didn't see any need of it.

"Why can't you leave the blankets till you go to bed, and then just
pull them up?" she said, pouting.

"Because you can't, that's why. And you'd better try, or you'll
never get a chance to go to the country."

"What do you mean? Who goes to the country?"

Clematis came round the bed and took Jane by the arm.

"Why, most of the children who do well, or try hard to do well, go
to the country for two weeks in the summer."

"To the country where the flowers grow, and where there is grass all
around?"

"Sure, and where they give you milk and apple pie. Oh, apple pie
even for breakfast, and doughnuts between meals. I had doughnuts
every day."

"Crickety!" said Clematis.

"You'd better not let Miss Rose hear you say that, and you needn't
worry. You won't go to any country, when you can't even make beds."

Clematis gave Jane a frightened look, and started to work the best
she knew how.

But the best Clematis knew how was very poor work, and by the time
the bell rang for school, one bed still had to be done.

"Let it alone," said Jane. "I can make it up faster myself."

Her hands and feet moved fast enough to surprise little Clematis,
who followed her friend down to the school room, wondering how long
it would take her to learn to make beds.

CHAPTER VII

WHAT CLEMATIS FOUND

School began with music, and Miss Rose went to the piano. The minute
she began to play, Clematis stood up, and stared at her.

"Sit down. D