The headstone memorial cordoned off by an oxidizing iron spiked fence and flanked by neatly pruned evergreens seems oddly out of place off a sidewalk between the Lodge patio and the Arts Building and my impression is that this is Mrs Legge's least favorite aspect of the park ...
The 2nd floor old main building is not devoid of furnishing or occupant but a single light in the hallway provides an ambient glow when viewed through the windows from below ...It is rumored the mellifluous, dulcet voice of a woman singing can be faintly heard emanating from the building...an unofficial source has relayed that one particularly Rubenesque dorm mothers used to sing a certain sonnet to signify that "lights out" time was rapidly approaching... Though loved, this stern matron had little tolerance for insolence and occasionally "lowered the boom" on the at times petulant young ladies, but these incidents were rare at best...on those rare occasions where the girls were a bit more boisterous before lights out, the normal serene sonnet the woman would sing was replaced by a melancholy melody about a bereft widow lamenting the loss of her husband in WW1...at least this is the most I could decipher as I made my way up the rickety outer wooden staircase...