He had already been some ten years married to my dear mother when he went there, and he had four children, of whom I was the youngest.

I remember faintly the place where we lived.
It was an ancient long grey house, facing the road.

There was a very large tree of some sort in the garden.

It was hollow, and we children used to play about inside of it, and knock knots of wood from the rough bark.

We all slept in a kind of attic, and my mother always came and kissed us when we were in bed.