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Ruth's door was open when Hannah went up to bed and there was no light in her room. Had Mr. Corder been up and blown it out, in the cause of discipline? She was ready to rush downstairs and upbraid him, when a sharp-whistled note called her in.
"I got into bed," Ruth said slowly, "and the matches weren't on the table so I couldn't light the night-light and I thought I'd wait till you came up."