Swinging the lantern he carried inconsiderately, the ring of it was left on his finger, and the end of candle rolled out of the crazy frame to the floor and was extinguished.

Chillon had no match-box.

He said to her: 'What do you think of the window ?--we've done it before, Carin.

Better than groping down stairs and passages blocked with lumber.' 'I'm ready,' she said, and caught at her skirts by instinct to prove her readiness on the spot.
A drop of a dozen feet or so from the French window to a flower--bed was not very difficult.

Her father had taught her how to jump, besides the how of many other practical things.