Of all the invasions of Aunt Emily, perhaps none were more strongly resented by Angelina than the appropriation of the afternoon hour in the gardens.

Nurse had been an admirable escort because, as a lady of voracious appetite for life with, at the moment, but slender opportunities for satisfying it, she was occupied alertly with the possible vision of any male person driven by a similar desire.

Her eye wandered; the hand to which Angelina clung was an abstract, imperceptive hand--Angelina and Rose were free to pursue their own train of fancy--the garden was at their service.

But with Aunt Emily how different! Aunt Emily pursued relentlessly her educational tactics.

Her thin, damp, black glove gripped Angelina's hand; her eyes (they had a "peering" effect, as though they were always searching for something beyond their actual vision) wandered aimlessly about the garden, looking for educational subjects.