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4THEY WERE TAKEN OFF to bed by the grandmother. She went first with a candle; the stairs rang to their climbing feet. Isabel and Lottie lay in a room to themselves, Kezia curled in her grandmother's soft bed. "Aren't there going to be any sheets, my granma?" "No, not to-night." "It's tickly," said Kezia, "but it's like Indians." She dragged her grandmother down to her and kissed her under the chin. "Come to bed soon and be my Indian brave." "What a silly you are," said the old woman, tucking her in as she loved to be tucked. "Aren't you going to leave me a candle?" "No. Sh–h. Go to sleep." "Well, can I have the door left open?" She rolled herself up into a round but she did not go to sleep. From all over the house came the sound of steps. The house itself creaked and popped. Loud w