She washed the decanter afterwards and then put it back into the sideboard.
There was not a sound in the inner room.

Candle in hand, she opened the door and went in.

She put the candle on the mantelpiece, and then going to the bed, bent over it and looked at the sleeper.
"Poor Grand-dad!" said the girl.

She stooped and kissed the old man's forehead.

"You have been good to me after your lights--it was not your fault that those lights were dim.