Within a thicket I reposed; when round / I ruffled up fall'n leaves in heap; and found, / Let fall from heaven, a sleep interminate.

Row 3. P1, yb, sl1 purlwise, yf, pbf, p1.

When she was in her busy mood, domineering and protecting me, I used to think what a dolls' generalissimo she must have been in childhood. And where you're concerned, she would say, I'm a tiger-mother and a regular Fury. […]

“Those don’t look like spritzers,” Ingrid said,[…]. Freya laughed. “It’s the French Opera; I made Pimm’s Cups.” “Um, I think that’s Wimbledon,” Ingrid said. “Um, what is a Pimm’s Cup?” Mardi said. “Pimm’s Cups are traditionally associated with Wimbledon, which starts in three weeks,” I added.