Jasmine Yale quite agreed, but seeing Little Clementine pouting like this, she wondered who taught her to be so jealous.
Little Clementine's small hand tightly clutched Jasmine Yale's clothes, pouting fearfully, worried that Jasmine would go and hug Little one.
Her cute expression made Jasmine Yale laugh.
The autumn night was breezy, rustling the leaves at the tree tops; on such a night, the moonlight was beautiful, and the stars tightly woven.
After playing for a while, Jasmine Yale carried Little Clementine home.
On the way, she picked a little flower for Little Clementine, making her happy again.
"When you get a bit older, I'll teach you to pick fruit and take you to the river to catch fish, alright?" Jasmine Yale coaxed the little one with a smile.
These were things she liked to do as a child, though she wasn't sure if Little Clementine would like them, but most kids like to play, she was sure she would.
