Life had been very pleasant there to her I believe, and certainly to me during those periods of it which my inborn love of rambling allowed me to pass there.

But in the following June it was determined that the house in York Street should be given up.

Probably the _causa causans_ of this determination was the fact of my sister's removal to far Penrith.

But I think too, that there was a certain unavowed feeling, that we had eaten up London, and should enjoy a move to new pastures.
I remember well a certain morning in York Street when we--my mother and I--held a solemn audit of accounts.

It was found that during her residence in York Street she had spent a good deal more than she had supposed.