L. H. Hammond 
In the Garden of Delight 

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. I myself balanced unhappily upon one of the big square ottomans, too small to get far enough back on it to have any purchase against the slippery horsehair, and painfully conscious of Great-aunt Virginia’s eyes on my awkward ly swinging feet. I kept my place as best I could, holding a bit of egg-shell china, and sipping my odious cambric tea. This was the chosen time to instill proper principles of conduct into my callous little soul. The gentle old aunts made a duet of it, and I always thought they practiced it to gether beforehand, like a piece on the piano. It was really very easy not to hear!