IN THE LIGHT OF THE CANDLES I remember that I tried to walk and talk like Silas Wright after that day.

He had a way of twisting little locks of his hair between his thumb and finger when he sat thinking.

I practised that trick of his when I was alone and unobserved.
One day I was walking up and down, as I had seen Mr.Wright do, and talking to my friend "Baynes," when Aunt Deel called to me that I should bring the candle molds from the shed.

I was keeper of the molds and greatly enjoyed the candle-making.

First we strung the wicks on slender wooden rods--split and whittled by Uncle Peabody and me as we sat down by the stove in the evening.