I hung about the house abstractedly.

The Captain went up town, and Miss Abigail was busy in the kitchen making immortal gingerbread.

I drifted into the sitting-room, and had our guest all to myself for I don't know how many hours.

It was twilight, I recollect, when the Captain returned with letters for Miss Nelly.
Many a time after that I sat with her through the dreamy September afternoons.

If I had played baseball it would have been much better for me.
Those first days of Miss Nelly's visit are very misty in my remembrance.
I try in vain to remember just when I began to fall in love with her.
'Whether the spell worked upon me gradually or fell upon me all at once, I don't know.