She felt more like her old self than at any time since the paralysis had overtaken her, and passed the morning most enjoyably in her sunshiney garden.

Here Patricia was also brought in her wheel chair by Beth, who then left the two invalids together.
They conversed genially enough, for a time, until an unfortunate remark of Aunt Jane's which seemed to asperse her father's character aroused Patricia's ire.

Then she loosened her tongue, and in her voluable Irish way berated her aunt until poor Phibbs stood aghast at such temerity, and even Mr.Watson, who arrived to enquire after his client and friend, was filled with amazement.
He cast a significant look at Miss Merrick, who answered it in her usual emphatic way.
"Patricia is quite right, Silas," she declared, "and I deserve all that she has said.

If the girl were fond enough of me to defend me as heartily as she does her father, I would be very proud, indeed." Patricia cooled at once, and regarded her aunt with a sunny smile.
"Forgive me!" she begged.

"I know you did not mean it, and I was wrong to talk to you in such a way." So harmony was restored, and Mr.Watson wondered more and more at this strange perversion of the old woman's character.