"Make it in pen and ink or pencil, Ken.

and I'm sure it will be beautiful." "You need instruction, to do water color properly," suggested Louise.
"Then I can never do it," he replied, bitterly.

But he adopted Patsy's suggestion and sketched the garden very prettily in pen and ink.
By the time the second picture was completed Patsy had received permission to leave her room, which she did in Aunt Jane's second-best wheel chair.
Her first trip was to Aunt Jane's own private garden, where the invalid, who had not seen her niece since the accident, had asked her to come.
Patsy wanted Kenneth to wheel her, but the boy, with a touch of his old surly demeanor, promptly refused to meet Jane Merrick face to face.

So Beth wheeled the chair and Louise walked by Patsy's side, and soon the three nieces reached their aunt's retreat.
Aunt Jane was not in an especially amiable mood.
"Well, girl, how do you like being a fool ?" she demanded, as Patsy's chair came to a stand just opposite her own.
"It feels so natural that I don't mind it," replied Patsy, laughing.
"You might have killed yourself, and all for nothing," continued the old woman, querulously.
Patsy looked at her pityingly.

Her aunt's face had aged greatly in the two weeks, and the thin gray hair seemed now almost white.
"Are you feeling better, dear ?" asked the girl.
"I shall never be better," said Jane Merrick, sternly.