At the College, with a full program of lessons and games, she had followed the general lead of the form.

Now, cast upon her own resources, she was quite vague as to any special bent or taste.

The war-time occupations which had tempted her imagination were no longer available, and _Careers for Women_ did not attract her, even if family funds had run to the necessary training.

So, for the present, she stayed at home, going once a week to the School of Art at Grovebury, and practicing singing in a rather desultory fashion.
Though she pretended to be glad she was an emancipated young lady, as a matter of fact she missed school immensely, and was finding life decidedly slow and tame.
With their elders palpably dissatisfied, Ingred and Hereward would have been hardly human if they had not raised some personal grievances of their own to grumble at, and matters would often have been dismal enough at the bungalow but for Mrs.Saxon's happy capacity for looking on the bright side of things.

The whole household centered round "Mother." She was a woman in a thousand.