She had brought from the kitchen a "Tom Thumb lamp" and a bunch of matches.
Without a word she seated herself on the floor, behind her sister, and drew off her shoes and stockings.

She looked for a moment at her little pink toes, then rubbed the whole bunch of matches on the carpet, saying to herself, "A lamp to my feet." But, somehow, the lamp would not light itself.

Dotty did not know how to turn back the chimney, and, though there was certainly blaze enough in the matches, it did not catch the wick.

It leaped forward and caught the skirt of Prudy's dress.
"You're burnin' afire! You're burnin' afire!" shouted Dotty, dancing around her sister.

Prudy now felt the heat, and screamed too, bringing her mother and Norah to the spot at once.