The three bars of soap were sold, and a purple necktie.

Sandy saw that public taste must be guided in the proper direction.

He stepped up on a box and began eloquently to enumerate the diverse uses of microscopes.
At each end of the stand a flaring torch lighted up the scene.

The light fell on the careless, laughing faces in front, on Ricks Wilson, black-browed and suspicious, in the rear, and it fell full on Sandy, who stood on high and harangued the crowd.

It fell on his broad, straight shoulders and on his shining tumbled hair; but it was not the light of the torch that gave the brightness to his eyes and the flush to his cheek.