I used to wake up and see her bending over me, a candle in her hand.

There was a curious kind of pole projecting from the wall over my bed.

Once I was dreadfully frightened because my eldest brother made me hang to it by my hands.

That is all I remember about our old home.

It has been pulled down long ago, or I would journey there to see it.
A little further down the road was a large house with big iron gates to it, and on the top of the gate pillars sat two stone lions, which were so hideous that I was afraid of them.