Tandis que je lisais au jardin, ce que ma grand’tante n’aurait pas compris que je fisse en dehors du dimanche, jour où il est défendu de s’occuper à rien de sérieux et où elle ne cousait pas (un jour de semaine, elle m’aurait dit «Comment tu t’amuses encore à lire, ce n’est pourtant pas dimanche» en donnant au mot amusement le sens d’enfantillage et de perte de temps), ma tante Léonie devisait avec Françoise en attendant l’heure d’Eulalie. →
While I was reading in the garden, a thing my great-aunt would never have understood my doing save on a Sunday, that being the day on which it was unlawful to indulge in any serious occupation, and on which she herself would lay aside her sewing (on a week-day she would have said, "How you can go on amusing yourself with a book; it isn't Sunday, you know!" putting into the word 'amusing' an implication of childishness and waste of time), my aunt Léonie would be gossiping with Françoise until it was time for Eulalie to arrive.