I think a good, faithful, tender-hearted nurse, such as she was, must suffer with some of a mother's feelings, when it is first decided that "her boy" is beyond petticoat government.

Nurse Bundle cried so bitterly over this matter, that my most chivalrous feelings were roused, and I vowed that "Papa shouldn't say things to vex my dear Nursey." But Mrs.
Bundle was very loyal.
"My dear," said she, wiping her eyes with her apron, "depend upon it, whatever your papa settles on is right.

He knows what's suitable for a young gentleman; and it's only likely as a young gentleman born and bred should outgrow to be beyond what an old woman like me can do for him.

Though there's no tutors nor none of them will ever love you better than poor Nurse Bundle, my deary.

And there's no one ever has loved you better, my dear, nor ever will--always excepting your dear mamma, dead and gone." All this stirred my feelings to the uttermost, and I wept too, and vowed unconquerable fidelity to Nurse Bundle, and (despite her remonstrances) unconquerable aversion from the tutor that was to be.