If he observed these things, he made no attempt to place his observation on record.

His observation in matters botanical was what the inferior sort of scientific people call a "trained observation"-- you look for certain definite things and neglect everything else.

And he did nothing to link this phenomenon with the remarkable expansion of the Caddles' baby that had been going on now for some weeks, indeed ever since Caddles walked over one Sunday afternoon a month or more ago to see his mother-in-law and hear Mr.Skinner (since defunct) brag about his management of hens.
IV.
The growth of the puff-balls following on the expansion of the Caddles' baby really ought to have opened the Vicar's eyes.

The latter fact had already come right into his arms at the christening--almost over-poweringly....
The youngster bawled with deafening violence when the cold water that sealed its divine inheritance and its right to the name of "Albert Edward Caddles" fell upon its brow.

It was already beyond maternal porterage, and Caddles, staggering indeed, but grinning triumphantly at quantitatively inferior parents, bore it back to the free-sitting occupied by his party.
"I never saw such a child!" said the Vicar.