Since my mother's long illness our household had in some measure relaxed from its good discipline.

At first Miss Reinhart only interfered with the minor arrangements.

She made little alterations, all of which were conducive to my father's comfort, and he was very grateful.

When he saw that she did so well in one direction, he asked her to help in another; and at last came, what I had foreseen, a collision with Mrs.Eastwood.
The Wars of the Roses were nothing to it.

But for the pitiful tragedy embodied in it, I could have laughed as at a farce.