He asked her questions also. Then he said:

"We shall have to send her to the Home. If anyone claims her he can find her there."

So Clematis and Deborah were tucked into the big station wagon, and Jim Cunneen took her to the Home, where lost children are sheltered and fed.

CHAPTER II

THE CHILDREN'S HOME

As they climbed the steps leading to the Home, Clematis looked up at the policeman.

"What is this place?" she asked.

"This is the Children's Home, miss. You will have a fine time here."

A young woman with a kind face opened the door.

The policeman did not go in. "Here is a child I found on Chambers Street," he said. "We can't find out where she lives."

"Oh, I see," said the woman.

"Could you take her in for a while, till we can find her parents?"

"Yes, I guess we have room for her. Come in, little girl."

At that moment there was a scratching sound, and Deborah stuck her head out.

"Miew," said Deborah, who was still hungry. Perhaps she thought it was another bakery.

"Dear me!" cried the young woman, "we can't have that cat in here."

Clematis drew back, and reached for Jim Cunneen's hand.

"It's a very nice cat, I'm sure," said the policeman.

He felt sorry for Clematis. He knew how she loved her kitten.

"But it's against the rules. The children can never have cats or dogs in here."

Clematis, with tears in her eyes, turned away.

"Come on," she said to her big friend. "Let us go."

But Jim Cunneen drew her back. He loved little girls, and was also fond of cats.

"Don't you think the cook might need it for a day or two, to catch the rats?" he asked, with his best smile.

"Oh dear me, I don't know. I don't think so. It's against the rules for children to bring in pets."

"Ah then, just wait a minute. I'll be right back."

The policeman ran down the steps and around the corner of the house, while the young woman asked Clematis questions.

"It's all right then, I'm sure," he called as he came back. "Katie says she would be very glad to have that cat to help her catch the rats."

The young woman laughed; Clematis dried her tears, and Jim Cunneen waved his hand and said goodby.

In another moment the door opened, and Clematis, with Deborah still in her arms, was in her new home.

It was supper hour at the Children's Home. In the big dining room three long tables were set.

At each place on the clean, bare table was a plate, a small yellow bowl, and a spoon.

Beside each plate was a blue gingham bib.

Jane, one of the girls in the Home, was filling the bowls on her table with milk from a big brown pitcher.

Two little girls worked at each of the tables. While one filled the bowls, the other brought the bread.

She put two thick slices of bread and a big cookie on each plate.

The young woman who had let Clematis in, came to the table near the door.

"There is a new girl at your table tonight, Jane," she said. "She will sit next to me."

"All right, Miss Rose," answered Jane, carefully filling the last yellow bowl.

"Please may I ring the bell tonight, Miss Rose?" asked Sally, who had been helping Jane.

Miss Rose looked at the table. Every slice of bread and every cookie was in place.

"Yes, dear; your work is well done. You may ring."

At the sound of the supper bell, a tramping of many feet sounded in the long hall.

The doors of the dining room were opened, and Mrs. Snow came in, followed by a double line of little girls.

Each girl knew just where to find her place, and stood waiting for the signal to sit.

A teacher stood at the head of each table, and beside Miss Rose was the little stranger.

Mrs. Snow was the housemother. She asked the blessing, while every little girl bowed her head.

Clematis stared about at the other children all this time, and wondered what they were doing.