ABSTRACT
A LITTLE child was lying bathed in the moonlight. The eyes looked strangely deep and dark in the expressive face, sharpened by the white light. Her long locks had been braided for the night, and stuck out like a pigtail at the side of her head. The corner of a book was visible under the pillow. There was a smell of burnt candle-fat in the room, for she had only closed the book when the light had guttered over, carrying the last bit of wick with it.
