I don't profess to be clear about dates.

But there he was, in church, and he walked home with us afterwards.

He came in, too, to look at a famous geranium we had, in the parlour-window.

It did not appear to me that he took much notice of it, but before he went he asked my mother to give him a bit of the blossom.

She begged him to choose it for himself, but he refused to do that--I could not understand why--so she plucked it for him, and gave it into his hand.