He had no lessons, it is true; but, then, he had no games either.

There was a nursery, but he was not imprisoned in it--was not even encouraged to spend his time there.

He was sent out for walks, and alone, for the park was large and safe.

And the nursery was the room of all that great house that attracted him most, for it was full of toys of the most fascinating kind.

A rocking-horse as big as a pony, the finest dolls' house you ever saw, boxes of tea-things, boxes of bricks--both the wooden and the terra-cotta sorts--puzzle maps, dominoes, chessmen, draughts, every kind of toy or game that you have ever had or ever wished to have.
And Pip was not allowed to play with any of them.
'You mustn't touch anything, if you please,' the nurse said, with that icy politeness which goes with a uniform.