Good works and gay pleasures fill its days in a wild jumble.

There is little or no order, selection, or discretion discernible in the result.

"Something doing" all the time seems to be the motto, and to take part in this headless procession of unrelated events becomes the first law of the household.
The daughter has been living an organized life in college.

She wants to study or write, or do regular work of some kind.

But there is no order in the spirit of the place, no respect for order, no respect for a regular occupation.