NURSE BUNDLE FINDS A VOCATION--RAGGED ROBIN'S WIFE--MRS.

BUNDLE'S IDEAS ON HUSBANDS AND PUBLIC-HOUSES I was very happy under Mr.Clerke's sway, and yet I was glad to go to school.
The tutor himself, who had been "on the foundation" at Eton, had helped to fill me with anticipations of public-school life.

It was decided that I also should go to Eton, but as an oppidan, and becoming already a partisan of my own part of the school, I often now disputed conclusions or questioned facts in my tutor's school anecdotes, which commonly tended to the sole glorification of the "collegers." I must not omit to mention an interview that about this period took place between my father and Mrs.Bundle.It was one morning just after the Eton matter had been settled, that my nurse presented herself in my father's library, her face fatter and redder than usual from being swollen and inflamed by weeping.
"Well ?" said my father, looking up pleasantly from his accounts.

But he added hastily, "Why, bless me, Mrs.Bundle, what is the matter ?" "Asking your pardon for troubling you, sir," Nurse Bundle began in a choky voice, "but as you made no mention of it yourself, sir, your kindness being what it is, and the young gentleman as good as gone to school, and me eating the bread of idleness ever since that tutor come, I wished to know, sir, when you thought of giving me notice." "Give you notice to do what ?" asked my father.
"To leave your service, sir," said Mrs.Bundle, steadily.

"There's no nurse wanted in this establishment now, sir." My father laid one hand on Mrs.Bundle's shoulder, and with the other he drew forward a miniature of my mother which always hung on a standing frame on the writing-table.
"It is like yourself to be so scrupulous," he said; "but you will never again speak of leaving us, Mrs.Bundle.Please, for her sake," added my father, his own voice faltering as he looked towards the miniature.