"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.

"Please write the names for me, Uncle Robert," she said. "I can't spell
all the big words."

"I will write them on this paper," said Uncle Robert, "and when you see
how they look you can write them on your plan."

"Oh, yes," said Susie, "that will be the nicest way."

"See, mother," cried Susie, running to her, "this is my garden. Now I
know just what is to be in every bed."