She was not one of these gardening women, but she liked her garden in order--things growing where they were planted and as they were planted--under control ...

The way things grew was unexpected--upset her ideas ...

She didn't like the perpetual invasion of this young monster--at last she began to fancy he was always gaping at her over her wall ...

She didn't like his being nearly as high as her house ...
Jarred with her sense of proportion.

Poor dear lady! I had hoped she would last my time.