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WHEN Dilly reached home, she found her little charge safely tucked away for the night and sleeping sweetly, while her mother in pretty white wrapper, with black velvet trimming which made her look prettier, Dilly thought, than any of her elegant dresses, sat writing by the gleam of three wax candles, which she liked much better than kerosene lamplight.
"They make much prettier shadows on the wall," said Dilly to herself, as she watched them dance in the evening wind, "but I should think a light that would keep still would be better to write by."