In the Garden of Delight #232590

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!