“Don’t be afraid. I shall put you in your little box. That will be your home. Does it please you?”
“Yes, although I have suffered so much in there, constantly afraid of being put to death. If I hadn’t been found by you....”
“Thank you, my friend.”
“And when you put me in there wrap up my head in cotton; have you any?”
“No. Let me see; wait. I will take some from the quilt. Will that be all right?”
“Yes; I’m so afraid of taking fire, you see. Imagine how scared you would be if your head were covered with phosphorus like mine.”
“Don’t speak of it. I can imagine it very well. It makes me shudder to think of it.”
“Look out for fire, then. Don’t mix me up with others; I mean with ordinary matches. Never smoke in my presence.”
“No, no, I promise you, I won’t.”
“Now put me away; I need a little rest. All this has made me tired. Good-night.”