"Thank you, dear," replied Uncle Robert, taking out his notebook. "We'll send for the poppy seeds, too."
"I think that finishes the beds," said Susie. "Let me see," and, walking down the path, she pointed out where each kind of flower was to grow.
"You might draw it now," said Uncle Robert; "then we'll make no mistake."
"Oh, goody!" cried Susie. "That's what I'll do. Wait until I get a pencil and paper."
"Here is a pencil," said Uncle Robert, taking one from his pocket, "and perhaps this old envelope will do to draw it on."
But Susie thought not. "It's too small," she said. "I'll get a nice piece of paper in a minute."
Away she ran to the house, and soon came back with a large sheet of fresh white letter paper in one hand and Frank's geography in the other.
"I'm going to draw my garden," she called to Donald and her mother, holding up the paper for them to see.
"I'll make the paths first," she said, laying the paper on the geography, and taking the pencil from Uncle Robert. "Then I can put in the beds afterward."
When the paths were drawn, Susie named the beds and marked them off on the paper.