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Finding that her idea of happiness was to sprawl about the garden and let the child run over her and inveigle her into childish games and call her `` Loshie '' -LRB- a disrespectful mode of address which I had all the pains in the world in persuading Barbara to permit -RRB- and generally treat her as an animate instrument of entertainment , we smoothed down every obstacle that might lie in this particular path to beatitude . So many difficulties were solved . Not only were we spared the problem of what the deuce to do with Liosha during the daytime , but also Barbara was able to send the nurse away for a short and much needed holiday . Of course Barbara herself undertook all practical duties ; but when she discovered that Liosha experienced primitive delight in bathing Susan -- Susan 's bath being a heathen rite in which ducks and fish and swimming women and horrible spiders played orgiac parts , and in getting up at seven in the morning -- -LRB- `` Good God ! Is there such an hour ? '' asked Adrian , when he heard about it -RRB- -- in order to breakfast with Susan , and in dressing and undressing her and brushing her hair , and in tramping for miles by her side while with Basset , her vassal , in attendance , Susan rode out on her pony ; when Barbara , in short , became aware of this useful infatuation , she pandered to it , somewhat shamelessly , all the time , however , keeping an acute eye on the zealous amateur . If , for instance , Liosha had picked a bushel of nectarines and had established herself with Susan , in the corner of the fruit garden , for a debauch , which would have had , for consequence , a child 's funeral , Barbara , by some magic of motherhood , sprang from the earth in front of them with her funny little smile and her `` Only one -- and a very ripe one -- for Susan , dear Liosha . ''