And it would be untruth to my childish experience not to add that I never remember to have prayed in vain.

I also picked up certain little quaint superstitions from Nurse Bundle, some of which cling to me still.
Neither she nor I ever put anything on the top of a Bible, and we sometimes sat long in comical and uncomfortable silence because neither of us would "scare the angel that was passing over the house." When the first notes of the organ stirred the swallows in the church eaves to chirp aloud, I believed with Mrs.Bundle that they were joining in the Te Deum.

And when sunshine fell on me through the church windows during service, I regarded it as "a blessing." The other half of Mr.Andrewes' plan was not neglected.

From him I learnt (and it is lore to be thankful for) to use my eyes.

He was a good botanist, and his knowledge of the medicinal uses of wild herbs ranked next to his piety to raise him in Mrs.Bundle's esteem.