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
