A Rolling Stone by B. M. Croker

But Aurea had no intention of "telling her aunts"; on the contrary, she crossed the old bowling-green in order to avoid the Manor, and returned home across the meadows that led by Claringbold's Farm. In the dim hall of the Rectory she encountered Norris -- who, of an afternoon, often haunted that vicinity -- and said, as she handed her the flowers --

"Will you please fill the church vases? I've rather a headache from the sun."