Aunt Alice counted over the dresses which could be made available for use, and then, selecting a number of garments only slightly out of repair, she said: "This morning we'll attack these. Did you hear me tell Marian to remember the Basket Drill? Well, that means the sewing or mending basket; and if you'll bring yours with you, we'll attend a Ladies' Sewing Society in the sitting-room at once." In the sitting-room they found Marian with her basket of work, and grandma, who was darning stockings. With kindly care and patience Aunt Alice showed Patty how to mend neatly, and as the pupil was by no means stupid, she did great credit to her teacher. After they had sewed for about an hour, Mrs. Elliott said: "Now, children, put away your baskets and run out to play. You need fresh air and sunshine quite as much as buttons and strings. Marian, why don't you take Patty down and show her the Falls? You'll have just about time enough to go and get back to luncheon." "We will," said Marian; "come along, Patty." As Patty was by nature adaptable to her surroundings, she followed Marian's example and arranged her work-basket tidily and then put it away in its place, though down at the Hurly-Burly it would never have occurred to her to do so, and nobody would have set her such an example. Patty thought to herself, "Well, these people have the right proportion of system and order, anyhow; I wonder if they're lacking in some other proportion. I haven't seen it yet, if they are." And she didn't discover it later, either; for though not perfect people, by any means, the Elliotts had a true sense of proportion, and no duty or pleasure was pursued to excess, and so allowed to crowd out other duties or pleasures. "Mother," said Frank, as they sat on the veranda, one evening, soon after Patty's arrival, "I think we might have a picnic in Patty's honor. I want her to get acquainted with the boys and girls, and that's as good a way as any. And if we could have it on Saturday afternoon, perhaps father could take a half-holiday and go with us." "That's a fine idea," said Aunt Alice; "do you agree, Charlie?" "Yes," said Mr. Elliott, "I'd like it of all things. Shall we go to Foster's Woods?" "Yes," said Marian, "that's the nicest place for a picnic. There's a lovely lake there, Patty, and boats to row about in, and tables for the feast and everything." "How many shall you invite?" said Uncle Charlie. "I'll engage stages to take us all over." "I want to go," said Edith. "Mayn't I, mamma?" "Of course you may," said Mrs. Elliott; "we'll take the whole family, from grandma down to little Gilbert." "Oh, I can't go," said grandma; "I'm too old for picnics." "Not a bit," said her son; "if you don't care for staging, I'll send you and Alice and the baby over in the carriage." And then they all fell to planning the details of the picnic, and Patty secretly contrasted the occasion with similar ones at her other aunts'.