Ostrander, shrugged close to the stove, with his hands out to its heat,
knew that they ought to have electric lights, colored ones, a hundred
perhaps, and a tree that touched the stars!
But he said: "When I go out I'll bring you a red candle--a long one--and
we'll put it on the shelf over the table."
Milly, who was resting her tired young body in a big rocker with the
baby in her arms, asked: "Can we put it in a bottle or stand it in a
cup? We haven't any candlestick."
"We can do better than that," he told her, "with a saucer turned upside
down and covered with salt to look like snow."