THE DOOR When remembrance of the previous day's happenings came to Olga, she was already so deeply engrossed in household duties that she was able to dismiss the matter without much difficulty.

It was one of the busiest mornings of the week, and no sooner had she finished indoors than she donned a sun-bonnet and big apron and betook herself to the raspberry-bed to gather fruit for jam.
The day was hot, and Violet had established herself in the hammock under the lime-trees with a book and a box of cigarettes.

The three boys had gone with Nick on a fishing expedition, and all was supremely quiet.
The sun blazed mercilessly down upon Olga as she toiled, but she would not be discouraged.

The raspberries were many and ready to drop with ripeness, and the jam-making could not be deferred.

So intent was she that she really almost forgot the physical discomfort in her anxiety to accomplish her task.