He looked up at the sky, flushed and glowing with the strangely new exercise, slight as it was.
"I want to do it before the sun goes quite--quite down," he said.
Mary thought that perhaps the sun held back a few minutes just on purpose.

Ben Weatherstaff brought the rose in its pot from the greenhouse.

He hobbled over the grass as fast as he could.

He had begun to be excited, too.

He knelt down by the hole and broke the pot from the mould.
"Here, lad," he said, handing the plant to Colin.