Y. 3.” KAY was working hard on the Pilliwig family. She showed nothing to Garry as yet, but the little sheaf of finished drawings laid away in the pine blanket chest where she kept her belongings was growing steadily. Easier to work now, too, when her fingers were no longer so stiffened by cold and it was possible to use her drawing table by the window instead of sitting hunched by the stove with a board on her knees. The first few attempts had been wooden and lifeless. In the beginning her mind seemed a complete blank, but by degrees the spirit of the thing took hold of her, new ideas cropped up, and the drawings gained in freedom as she began to find a real enjoyment in their invention. Garry had started seed-flats indoors, and her precious boxes, covered with odd panes of glass, filled every available sunny window space upstairs and down. She watered and shifted, covered and uncovered, a dozen times a day according to the temperature, and woe betide anyone who moved a box or carelessly opened a window at the wrong moment.
