I like the evenings best of all.

Then we sit on the porch in the twilight, and godmother talks about mamma.

I never knew anything about her before, for I was so little when she died; but now she seems so real to me and so sweet.
Then we go into the long drawing-room, and the wax tapers are lighted.
Godmother says she always intends to use candle-light in that room, because it would spoil some of its quaint old-time charm to use modern lights.

And she plays on the piano, and Lloyd on the harp.

Lloyd is only learning, and godmother doesn't seem to think much of her playing, but to me the music they make seems almost heavenly.