"We'll come again when you're feeling spryer." The woman nodded.

"Yes, come again.

Bring her again." "I'll come whenever you send for me," said Patty reassuringly; but instead of looking at the woman, she stooped over and touched the calla lily with her lips, as if it were human and could respond to her.

"I want you to tell me about my mother--everything.

I remember her just once, the night before they took her to the asylum.