Rosa lay still in her bed. The sun was bright. But her room was dark. The doctor had said it must be. "Your eyes must rest if you want them to get well," he had told her. Rosa had been ill. And that had hurt her eyes. She knew they might not get well. She thought of that often, and each time she would cry. Rosa loved the beauty of the world. No one else was in the house now Her family had gone to the fiesta. Rosa could hear its glad sounds from far off. new thought scared her. What if she forgot what a fiesta looked like? She could not let that be. She would work on that right now. Rosa thought hard. Soon she could see the fiesta in her mind. She saw the women's red-and-blue dresses. She saw the men's bright shirts. She saw the quick feet of the men and women as they danced. She worked on the picture in her mind. It became bright and clear. She made sure that she left nothing out. When the picture was done, she felt better. As the days passed, Rosa made more pictures in her mind. She thought of the way her mother's hands moved, quick and sure. She thought of the lines in her father's face. She worked to see" each thing as she had "seen" the fiesta. At last Rosa's eyes got well. Now when she looked at a thing, she looked with care. She stored the picture in her mind to keep. Soon she began to put her pictures on paper. She worked at them until they were as clear as the ones in her mind. Rosa was learning to be an artist.