Every few minutes, however, the lightning would flash into the windows and glare a moment upon the walls, and then leave the room in deeper darkness than ever.

The little night lamp, whose feeble beam had been for the moment entirely overpowered, would then gradually come out to view again, to diffuse once more its faint illumination, until another flash of lightning came to extinguish it as before.
Mrs.Bell rose from her bed, and went to the crib to see if Mary Bell was safe.

She found her sleeping quietly.

Mrs.Bell drew the crib out a little way from the wall, supposing that she should thus put it into a somewhat safer position.

Then she lighted a large lamp.