The tutor had a cork leg, which was a source of serious trouble to me, for it stuck out straight behind when we knelt down to family prayers--conduct which struck me as irreverent and unbecoming, but which I always felt a desire to imitate.

After about a year my mother found a house which she thought would suit her scheme, namely, to obtain permission from Dr.Vaughan, the then head-master of Harrow, to take some boys into her house, and so gain means of education for her own son.

Dr.Vaughan, who must have been won by the gentle, strong, little woman, from that time forth became her earnest friend and helper; and to the counsel and active assistance both of himself and of his wife, was due much of the success that crowned her toil.

He made only one condition in granting the permission she asked, and that was, that she should also have in her house one of the masters of the school, so that the boys should not suffer from the want of a house-tutor.

This condition, of course, she readily accepted, and the arrangement lasted for ten years, until after her son had left school for Cambridge.
The house she took is now, I am sorry to say, pulled down, and replaced by a hideous red-brick structure.