Chapter 1 THE seamstress I am painting in the garden when Great Aunt Raven finds me Put your things away Ella she says It is time for another odd job
I sigh and place my paintbrush in the jar of murky water Great Aunt Raven's garden is dead and dreary The bushes are covered in prickly thorns The only flowers are those on my paper I was just about to start the roses I complain What is it this time
