of town, and built up a high room from which to look at the stars with his telescope, and to try his experiments in, and a long one besides for his museum; yet, after all, he was not much there, for whenever there was anything wonderful to be seen, he always went off to look at it, and, whenever there was a meeting of learned men—­scientific men was the right word—­they always wanted him to help them make speeches and show wonders.  He was away now.  He had gone away to wear a red cross on his arm, and help to take care of the wounded in the sad war between the French and the Germans.

But he had left Mother Bunch behind him.  Nobody knew exactly what was Mrs. Bunker’s nation; indeed she could hardly be said to have any, for she had been born at sea, and had been a sailor’s wife; but whether she was mostly English, Dutch or Spanish, nobody knew and nobody cared.  Her husband had been lost at sea, and Uncle Joseph had taken her to look after his house, and always said she was the only woman who had sense and discretion enough ever to go into his laboratory or dust his museum.

She was very kind and good natured, and there was nothing that the children liked better than a walk to Uncle Joseph’s, and, after a play in the garden, tea with her.  And such quantities of sugar there were in her room! such curious cakes made in the fashion of different countries! such funny preserves from all parts of the world!  And still more delightful, such cupboards and drawers full of wonderful things, and such stories about them!  The younger ones liked Mrs. Bunker’s room better than Uncle Joseph’s museum, where there were some big stuffed beasts with glaring eyes that frightened them; and they had to walk round with hands behind, that they might not touch anything, or else their uncle’s voice was sure to call out gruffly, “Paws off!”

Mrs. Bunker was not a bit like the smart house-keepers at other houses.  To be sure, on Sundays she came out in a black silk gown with a little flounce at the bottom, a scarlet crape shawl with a blue dragon on it—­his wings over her back, and a claw over each shoulder, so that whoever sat behind her in church was terribly distracted by trying to see the rest of him—­and a very big yellow Tuscan bonnet, trimmed with sailor’s blue ribbon.

But during the week and about the house she wore a green gown, with a brown holland apron and bib over it, quite straight all the way down, for she had no particular waist, and her hair, which was of a funny kind of flaxen grey, she bundled up and tied round, without any cap or anything else on her head.  One of the little boys had once called her Mother Bunch, because of her stories; and the name fitted her so well that the whole family, and even Uncle Joseph, took it up.

Lucy was very fond of her; but when about an hour after the doctor’s visit she was waked by a rustling and a lumbering on the stairs, and presently the door opened, and the second best big bonnet—­the go-to-market bonnet with the turned ribbons—­came into the room with Mother Bunch’s face under it, and the good-natured voice told her she was to be carried to Uncle Joseph’s and have oranges and tamarinds, she did begin to feel like the spotted cowry-shell to think about being set on the chimney-piece, to cry, and say she wanted Mamma.