So he dropped the other two matches, he didn't know where, and he carried his candle to the grocery box, very carefully, so that it shouldn't blow out, and he reached in and put it in a corner.
Then he lay down on the step and put his head and shoulders and his arms inside the box, and he took the two short sticks in his hands.
David's mother had heard the chair scraping on the dining-room floor, when he pushed it over to get the matches, and she thought that, as likely as not, that was David, and she thought that she had better see what he was doing.
She didn't think there was any great hurry about it, and so she came downstairs in a few minutes, and she went out upon the piazza.
There she saw David's body and his fat little legs sticking out straight on the step, but his head and his arms were in the box, so she couldn't see them.
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And there was a light flickering inside the box, and there was a noise of scraping and knocking, once in a while.
But she wasn't surprised.
"What in the world are you doing, dear?" she asked.