I say, I must put the candle out now, because there mayn't be enough of the other one to get you out by." "By George," said he, "you think of everything." Bobbie blew.

Out went the candle.

You have no idea how black-velvety the darkness was.
"I say, Bobbie," said a voice through the blackness, "aren't you afraid of the dark ?" "Not--not very, that is--" "Let's hold hands," said the boy, and it was really rather good of him, because he was like most boys of his age and hated all material tokens of affection, such as kissing and holding of hands.

He called all such things "pawings," and detested them.
The darkness was more bearable to Bobbie now that her hand was held in the large rough hand of the red-jerseyed sufferer; and he, holding her little smooth hot paw, was surprised to find that he did not mind it so much as he expected.

She tried to talk, to amuse him, and "take his mind off" his sufferings, but it is very difficult to go on talking in the dark, and presently they found themselves in a silence, only broken now and then by a-- "You all right, Bobbie ?" or an-- "I'm afraid it's hurting you most awfully, Jim.