Her sanctum became a veritable Bluebeard's chamber, for to prevent possible accidents she locked the door, and kept the key perpetually in her pocket during the day time, sleeping with it under her pillow at night.

In the summer she meant to try all kinds of experiments.

She had visions of rigging up a shelter made of leaves and branches, and taking a series of magnificent snap-shots of wild birds and animals, like those in the books by Cherry Kearton, and she certainly intended to secure records of the sports at school.

In the meantime she must content herself with landscape and still life.

"I'll have one of the de Claremont tomb, at any rate," she resolved.
The de Claremont tomb was the glory of Ashbourne Church.