There was some difficulty, therefore, in contriving a tolerable entrance from the road for wheel traffic, and it was found necessary to cause a tiny little spring that rose in the bank by the roadside to change its course in some small degree.

The affair seemed to us a matter of infinitesimal importance, but Sir George was dismayed.

We had moved, he said, a holy well, and the consequence would surely be that we should never succeed in establishing ourselves in that spot.
And surely enough we never did so succeed; for, after having built a very nice little house, and lived in it one winter and half a summer, we--for I cannot say that it was my mother more than I, or I more than my mother--made up our minds that "the sun yoked his horses too far from Penrith town," and that we had had enough of it.

Sir George, of course, when he heard our determination, while he expressed all possible regret at losing us as neighbours, said that he knew perfectly well that it must be so, from the time that we so recklessly meddled with the holy well.
He was the most hospitable man in the world, and could never let many days pass without asking us to dine with him.

But his hospitality was of quite the old world school.