A Rolling Stone by B. M. Croker

Before Aurea had departed -- and her departure was, as we know, in the nature of a flight -- she had paid the necessary visit of ceremony to her Aunt Bella, who imagined herself to be busy making plum jam, but was really obstructing the operations and straining the forbearance of the new cook to a dangerous limit. The old lady trotted into the drawing-room with sticky outstretched fingers, and announced --

"Susan is out laying the croquet ground -- the old bowling-green; you may go and find her."