6/15 But she realized that Matilda would not dare come, if she remembered to come at all, until the household was fast asleep. She lit one of the candles and placed it, cautiously shaded, in a corner of her sitting-room.... Perhaps the Esquimaux ate them with a kind of sauce. They might not be so bad that way.... Shortly thereafter a faint, ever so faint, knocking sent her tiptoeing--for months she would dare move only on breathless tiptoe!--to the door of her sitting-room, where she stood and listened. |