“I want to know how I can be a candle?”
“What do candles do?”
“Shine?”
“Yes; they make a little brightness—give a little cheer. Can’t my girl do that?”
“Marjorie said you meant ‘be good.’”
“Well—yes, only I should say be loving and kind. There are so many sad, lonely, worried people in the world, who need a little cheer. The very best way to be a candle is to love people, Caro.”
“I love you, grandpa!”
“And you bring a great deal of cheer into my life, dear.”
“Do I?” with a pleased laugh. She put her arms around her grandfather’s neck and pressed her cheek to his for a moment, then with a sudden change from seriousness to mischief, she turned to Trolley. “Pussie,” she said, “you must be a candle too. You must love me, and you mustn’t be cross when there isn’t any cream on your milk—and we’ll both shine together.”