Otherwise there would have been no living with her.
As it was she showed herself no mercy.

Daylight found her stirring, her Swedish drill she took with a vigor that fairly shook the floor, and, having finished this, she donned sweater and boots and went for a swift walk over the hills.

At this hour she had the roads to herself and was glad of it, for she felt ridiculous.

At breakfast, although she had a ravenous appetite, she ate sparingly.

The day was spent in reading aloud, in lessons in deportment, voice modulation, conversation, and the like; in learning how to enter and how to leave a room, how to behave at a tea or a reception, how to accept and how to make an introduction, how to walk, how to sit, how to rise.