And I thought to-morrow I would tell Grandmamma, for she promised, and she always performs.

She does not spoil us, we know, but she is always fair.

Jael isn't, always.
A Rushlight is a very queer thing.

It looked so grim as it stood by Margery's bed, in a little round of light; rather like a ruined castle in the middle of a lake in the moonshine.

A castle with one big door, and a lot of round windows with the light coming through.