The effect of her watchful constant care of my early years for me, was whatever good there was about me in health or manners.

The effect of it for her was, I believe, that she was never thoroughly happy when I was out of her sight.

In these circumstances, it seemed hard that when most of my infantile diseases were over, when I was just becoming very intelligent (the best company possible, Mrs.Bundle declared), when I wore my clothes out reasonably, and had exchanged the cries which exercise one's lungs in infancy for rational conversation by the nursery fireside, I should be drawn away from nurse and nursery almost entirely.

It was right and natural, but it was hard.

Nurse Bundle felt it so, but she never complained.