Mr.Buckle's was one of these.
The air of the place was keen, but very healthy, and I seemed to gain strength with every hour of my stay.

With strength, all my interest in the novelty of the situation woke afresh, and I was delighted with everything, but especially with the shop.
On the subject of the saddlery business, I must confess that a difference of opinion existed between myself and my excellent nurse.
She jealously maintained my position as a "young gentleman" and lodger, against the familiarity into which the Buckles and I fell by common consent.

She served my meals in separate state, and kept Jemima as well as herself in attendance on my wants.

She made my sitting-room as comfortable as she could, and here it was her wish that I should sit, when in the house, "like a young gentleman." My wish, on the contrary, was to be in the shop, and as much as possible like a grown-up saddler.

It did seem so delightful to be always working at that nice-smelling leather, and to be able to make for oneself unlimited straps, whips, and other masculine appendages.