"And it's got a garden," continued my mother, ignoring my aunt's last
remark; "which is quite an unusual feature in a London house. And it
isn't the East End of London; it is a rising suburb. And you won't
make me miserable because I am too happy."

"Drat the woman!" said my aunt, "why can't she sit down and give us
our tea before it's all cold?"

"You are a disagreeable thing!" said my mother.

"Not half milk," said my aunt. My aunt was never in the least
disturbed by other people's opinion of her, which was perhaps well for
her.

For three days my mother packed and sang; and a dozen times a day
unpacked and laughed, looking for things wanted that were always found
at the very bottom of the very last box looked into, so that Anna,
waiting for a certain undergarment of my aunt's which shall be
nameless, suggested a saving of time:

"If I were you, ma'am," said Anna, "I'd look into the last box you're
going to look into first."

But it was found eventually in the first box-the box, that is, my
mother had intended to search first, but which, acting on Anna's
suggestion, she had reserved till the last. This caused my mother to
be quite short with Anna, who she said had wasted her time. But by
Tuesday afternoon all stood ready: we were to start early Wednesday
morning.