Jim thrust the torch into her hand and forced her to hold it.
“Oh, come on, it's easy. Push your finger right down on the button.”
Nance tried it gingerly at first, and then laughed at the ease with which it could be done. She flashed it on the floor again and again.
“Why, it's like a big lightnin' bug, ain't it?”
She turned the end of it up to examine more closely, pushed the button unconsciously, and the light flashed in her eyes. She jumped and handed it quickly to Jim.
“Or a jack o' lantern—here, take it,” she cried, still trembling.
Jim threw his hands up with a laugh.
“Can you beat it!”
Backing quickly to the door, Nance called nervously to Mary:
“I'll get your room ready in a minute, ma'am.” She paused and glanced at Jim.