Sabine Baring-Gould,
A Pair of Silk Stockings
(1889)
“ Sometimes she had little friends to play with her, and the small garden resounded with the sparkling, happy voices of children. On such occasions, occasionally, a face was seen rising above the wall that divided No. 1. from No. 2. The face was that of uncle Philip, it was stern. He called out, “Hush! what a noise you children are making. Which of you is Penelope Lætitia? Oh—you. You step forward. You are making more noise than the rest. It is intolerable that out of work time I cannot stroll in my garden without being disturbed. ”
