‘My father remembers “Sister Char” as the life and soul of their nursery circle in Portland Place,--how in the gardens close by she used to lead their glees and songs.... _We_ knew what a great hand Auntie Char was at games of all kinds. No one could play like her. She seemed far younger than any child present, and was quite an enthusiast in them, as in everything she undertook. No one could play half-heartedly with her....