Nurse Bundle's tales were of the young masters and misses she had known.

Her worst domestic tragedy was about the boy who broke his leg over the chair he had failed to put away after breakfast.

Her romances were the good old Nursery Legends of Dick Whittington, the Babes in the Wood, and so forth.

My dreams became less like the columns of a provincial newspaper.

I imagined myself another Marquis of Carabas, with Rubens in boots.