Morever, I now lived in vague fear of those terrible qualities which lay hidden beneath Mrs.Bundle's benevolent exterior.
"If nurse has been teasing you about the matter," said my father, with a frown, "that would decide me to get rid of her, if I had not so decided before.

As to your not liking Mrs.Bundle now--My dear little son, you must learn to know your own mind.

You told me you wanted Mrs.
Bundle--by very good luck I have been able to get hold of her, and when she comes you must make the best of her." She came the next day, and my bony nurse departed.

She wept indignantly, I wept remorsefully, and then waited in terror for the manifestation of Mrs.Bundle's cruel propensities.
I waited in vain.

The reign of Mrs.Bundle was a reign of peace and plenty, of loving-kindness and all good things.