Kit was afraid to touch the exquisite glassware and silver and beautiful dishes that Bet handled with unconcern.
"Aren't you afraid you'll break them, Bet?" asked the girl.
"I used to be terribly afraid, but now I am used to them and I'm very careful. I just keep my mind on them until I get them on the table. Dad doesn't like to have anything broken, for all this table stuff is very old."
"Aren't the lights beautiful?" exclaimed Kit gazing up at the old candelabra.
"These lights are the pride of Dad's heart. I have never seen a more beautiful specimen."
"Are they very old?" asked Kit.
"As old as this house and then some, I guess. You see they used to have candles in them for lighting and Dad had electric lights made to look like the candles. I love them. Look at the ones on the walls. Those are old sconces. They match the chandelier."
Kit looked at the wall brackets as Bet switched on the lights.
"Oh, Bet, I've never seen anything so beautiful. See how that little light is reflected in the mirror behind it."
Bet suddenly rushed to the door. "Oh, Auntie Gibbs," she called. "Has Dad telephoned today?"