"But there will be some corner under a tree in the Gardens where it will _seem_ quiet if one sits quite still there.

I will go and try." There were very few nursemaids with their charges in the place when she reached it about an hour later.
The military element filling the streets engendered a spirit of caution with regard to nursemaids in the minds of their employers.

Even those who were not young and good-looking were somewhat shepherded.

The two or three quite elderly ones in the Gardens cast serious glances at the girl who walked past them to a curve in the path where large lilac bushes and rhododendrons made a sort of nook for a seat under a tree.
They could not see her when she sat down and laid her book beside her on the bench.

She did not even open it, but sat and looked at the greenery of the shrubs before her.