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Bundle's peculiarities. She sat with her in the nursery that night till nearly dinner-time. "I must take her away, Nursey," said I, coming in; "she'll be late for dinner." "Go with your husband, my dear," said Nurse Bundle, "and the Lord bless you both." "I'll come back, Nursey," said Frances; "you'll soon see me again." "Turn your face, my dear," said Nurse Bundle.
"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.
Bundle's plump palms were like pincushions, and she washed my face as if it had been a baby's. On the evening of the day when I first saw Sister Alice, I took tea in the housekeeper's room. My nurse was out for the evening, but Mrs. Cadman from the village was of the party, and neither cakes nor conversation flagged. Mrs.
I fear I did not do much to relieve them. I rather aggravated them. Partly I believe in the conceit of showing off my own skill and daring, and partly by way of "hardening" Mrs. Bundle's nerves.
I inquired one evening, as we all sat in the boudoir discussing the topic of the day. "I should like to go wherever it's best for your good health, Master Reginald," was Nurse Bundle's answer, which, though admirable in its spirit, did not further the settlement of the matter we found it so difficult to decide. "But where would you like to go for yourself?" I persisted.
"Couldn't leave this 'ere pack nohow," returned Barringford, nodding at the bundle in his arms. "Why not? Nobody is going to steal it tonight, I reckon." "Taint that, Joe; the bundle's alive." "What!" "Babies two on 'em, too." "I vow!" put in James Morris. "Babies! Give them to me and I'll carry 'em to the house. Joe, you give Sam a lift, if he needs it."
One of these never spoke at all during the journey. The other only spoke once, and he seems to have been impelled thereto by a three hours' contemplation of the contrast between my slim, wasted little figure, and Nurse Bundle's portly person, as we sat opposite to him. He was a Scotchman, and I fancy "in business." "You're weel matched to sit on the one side," was his remark.
Any one may see the lady has no notion of children, and would be the ruin of Master Reginald if she had much to do with him; but when the company's gone, sir, and he's left quiet with his papa, you'll find him as good as any young gentleman needs to be, if you'll excuse my freedom in speaking, sir." Whatever my father thought of Mrs. Bundle's freedom of speech, he only said,
Bundle's outward woman, I went a-tiptoe under her large shadow to see my new acquisition. Very young children are not always pretty, but my sister was beautiful beyond the wont of babies. It is an old simile, but she was like a beautiful painting of a cherub.
"Yes, the last wound he'll ever git, I reckon. Jess take the baby, so. Sam's already took her cloze. He's waitin' out in the woods here behind the house. He's got the critters down in the hollow. Now, here! This here bundle's a ridin'-skirt. It's not mournin', but you mustn't mind. It's mighty green and cottony-lookin', but anyhow, you jess put it on when you git into the woods.