Already she felt less "contrary," though she did not know why.
She put the key in her pocket and walked up and down her walk.

No one but herself ever seemed to come there, so she could walk slowly and look at the wall, or, rather, at the ivy growing on it.

The ivy was the baffling thing.

Howsoever carefully she looked she could see nothing but thickly growing, glossy, dark green leaves.

She was very much disappointed.