It was all charming to her in the soft spring sunshine, the air a perfume, the birds singing, the blossoms bursting, the peach-trees anthems of praise--and best of all her dear Uncle George strolling at her side.

And then everything was so clean and fresh and sweet in every nook and corner of the tumble-down house.

Peggy, as she soon discovered, looked after that--in fact Peggy looked after everything that required looking after--and everything did--including the judge.

Mr.Coston was tired, Peggy would say, or Mr.
Coston had not been very well, so she just did it herself instead of bothering him.

Since his promotion it was generally "the judge" who was too tired, being absorbed in his court duties, etc., etc.