'Nor I neither.' Solomon Daisy raised his glass to his lips; put it down upon the floor with such a trembling hand that the spoon tinkled in it like a little bell; and continued thus: 'Have I ever said that we are always brought back to this subject in some strange way, when the nineteenth of this month comes round?
Do you suppose it was by accident, I forgot to wind up the church-clock?
I never forgot it at any other time, though it's such a clumsy thing that it has to be wound up every day.

Why should it escape my memory on this day of all others?
'I made as much haste down there as I could when I went from here, but I had to go home first for the keys; and the wind and rain being dead against me all the way, it was pretty well as much as I could do at times to keep my legs.

I got there at last, opened the church-door, and went in.

I had not met a soul all the way, and you may judge whether it was dull or not.

Neither of you would bear me company.