lighting.

'Why--where--you have candlesticks like that?' said Margery. Her
eyes flew round the room as the growing candle-flames showed other
articles. 'Pictures too--and lovely china--why I knew nothing of
this, I declare.'

'Yes--a few things that came to me by accident,' said Jim in quiet
tones.

'And a great gold clock under a glass, and a cupid swinging for a
pendulum; and O what a lovely work-table--woods of every colour--and
a work-box to match. May I look inside that work-box, Jim?--whose is
it?'

'O yes; look at it, of course. It is a poor enough thing, but 'tis
mine; and it will belong to the woman I marry, whoever she may be, as
well as all the other things here.'

'And the curtains and the looking-glasses: why I declare I can see
myself in a hundred places.'

'That tea-set,' said Jim, placidly pointing to a gorgeous china
service and a large silver tea-pot on the side table, 'I don't use at
present, being a bachelor-man; but, says I to myself, "whoever I
marry will want some such things for giving her parties; or I can
sell em"--but I haven't took steps for't yet--'

'Sell 'em--no, I should think not,' said Margery with earnest
reproach. 'Why, I hope you wouldn't be so foolish! Why, this is