Bundle's unaccustomed eyes.
"I've seen plenty of ponies," she would repeat; "I know what they are,
my dear," and she invariably followed up this statement by rehearsing
the fate of her brother-in-law's cousin, sometimes adding--
"He was very much giving to racing, and being about horses. He was a
little man, and suffered a deal from the quinsies in the autumn."
"What a pity he didn't die of a quinsy instead of breaking his neck!"
I felt compelled to say one day.
"He might have lived to have done that if it hadn't a been for the
pony," said Mrs. Bundle emphatically.
CHAPTER XVII
I FAIL TO TEACH LATIN TO MRS. BUNDLE--THE RECTOR TEACHES ME
I was soon to discover the whole of my father's plans with Mr.
Andrewes for my benefit. Not only had they decided that I was to have
a pony, and learn to ride, but it was also settled that I was to go
daily to the Rectory to "do lessons" with the Rector.
I was greatly pleased. I had already begun Latin with my father, and
had vainly endeavoured to share my educational advantages with Mrs.
Bundle, by teaching her the first declension.
"Musa, amuse," she repeated after me on this occasion.
"Musae, of a muse," I continued.
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