Here's a sort of capsule, and when the fire is burning in this
fixed glass here, the light cannot creep up to the top, where it
isn't wanted either, but spreads out downward, so that you could
find a needle an the floor."

Now we should have all very much liked to try if we could find a
needle on the floor, but father rang up the lamp to the roof and
began to eat his supper.

"This evening we must be content, once more, with a pare," said
father, as he ate; "but to-morrow the lamp shall burn in this very
house."

"Look, father! Pekka has been splitting parea all day, and filled
the outhouse with them."

"That's all right. We've fuel now, at any rate, to last us all the
winter, for we sha'n't want them for anything else."

"But how about the bathroom and the stable?" said mother.

"In the bathroom we'll burn the lamp," said father.

That night I slept still less than the night before, and when I
woke in the morning I could almost have wept, if I hadn't been
ashamed, when I called to mind that the lamp was not to be lit
till the evening. I had dreamed that father had poured oil into
the lamp at night and that it had burned the whole day long.

Immediately when it began to dawn, father dug up out of that great