I furthermore renewed my proposals of marriage to Mrs.Bundle,--the wedding to take place "when I should be old enough." This set her off into fits of laughing; and having regained her good spirits, she declared that "she wouldn't have, no, not a young squire himself, unless he were eddicated accordingly;" and this, it was evident could only be brought about through the good offices of a tutor.

And to the prospective tutor (though he was to be her rival) she was magnanimously favourable, whilst I, for my part, warmly opposed the very thought of him.

But neither her magnanimity nor my unreasonable objections were put to the test just then.
Several days had passed since I and Rubens "dropped in" at the Rectory, and I was one morning labouring diligently at my garden, when I saw Mr.Andrewes, in his canonical coat and shoes, coming along the drive, carrying something in his hand which puzzled me.

As he came nearer, however, I perceived that it was a small wheelbarrow, gaily painted red within and green without.

At a respectful distance behind him walked Jones, carrying a garden-basket full of plants on his head.
Both the wheelbarrow and the plants were for me--a present from the good-natured parson.