Outside the window, dried yellow leaves fluttered, and gusts of wind carried dust; winter came earlier and colder in the mountainous village.
Jasmine Yale had long learned to take care of herself and also looked after Little Clementine well.
In the mountain, there was only one old doctor, so whenever someone left the mountain, she would ask them to bring back some medicine just in case.
At this time of year, Jasmine Yale was already wrapped in a thick wool coat.
After finishing her diary, she had nothing much to do, so she started knitting a scarf for Little Clementine.
She knitted the scarf beside Little Clementine, who sat on the bed playing with cards, obedient and well-behaved.
Little Clementine picked up a card, raised her hand, and held it out in front of Jasmine Yale, her big eyes blinking.
Jasmine Yale pointed at the tiger on the card and taught her, "Little tiger."
"..." Little Clementine couldn't say it.
"Tiger, tiger, little tiger."
