“Oh, lots.

But it’s so dim, now.”

“Well, try to recollect — can’t you?”

“Somehow it seems to me that the wind — the wind blowed the — the — ”

“Try harder, Tom! The wind did blow something. Come!”

Tom pressed his fingers on his forehead an anxious minute, and then said:

“I’ve got it now! I’ve got it now! It blowed the candle!”

“Mercy on us! Go on, Tom — go on!”

“And it seems to me that you said, ‘Why, I believe that that door — ‘“