I rode in and out of the town every day on Rob Roy, our red-haired pony.

After tea I went to the farm to be taught by Mr.Wood, and at every opportunity I devoured such books as I could lay my hands on.

I fear I had very little excuse for not being contented now.

And yet I was not content.
It seems absurd to say that the drains had anything to do with it, but the horrible smell which pervaded the office added to the distastefulness of the place, and made us all feel ill and fretful, except my uncle, and Moses Benson, the Jew clerk.

He was never ill, and he said he smelt nothing; which shows that one may have a very big nose to very little purpose.
My uncle pooh-poohed the unwholesome state of the office, for two reasons which certainly had some weight.