e almost every one else and he said because it was bad for the eyes
and he liked candles and sperm oil better. We have the funniest little
sperm oil lamp with a shade on to read by evenings and the fire on the
hearth gives Grandfather and Grandmother all the light they want, for
she knits in her corner and we read aloud to them if they want us to. I
think if Grandfather is proud of anything besides being a Bostonian, it
is that everything in the house is forty years old. The shovel and tongs
and andirons and fender and the haircloth sofa and the haircloth rocking
chair and the flag bottomed chairs painted dark green and the two old
arm-chairs which belong to them and no one else ever thinks of touching.
There is a wooden partition between the dining-room and parlor and they
say it can slide right up out of sight on pulleys, so that it would be
all one room. We have often said that we wished we could see it go up
but they say it has never been up since the day our mother was married
and as she is dead I suppose it would make them feel bad, so we probably
will always have it down. There are no curtains or even shades at the
windows, because Grandfather says, "light is sweet and a pleasant thing
it is to behold the sun." The piano is in the parlor and it is the same
one that our mother had when she was a little girl but we like it all
the better for that. There are four large oil paintings on the parlor
wall, De Witt Clinton, Rev. Mr. Dwight, Uncle Henry Channing Beals and
Aunt Lucilla Bates, and no matter where we sit in the room they are
watching and their eyes seem to move whenever we do. There is quite a
handsome lamp on a mahogany center table, but I never saw it lighted. We
have four sperm candles in four silver candlesticks and when we have
company we light them. Johnnie Thompson, son of the minister, Rev. M. L.
R. P., has come to the academy to school and he is very full of fun and
got acquainted with all the girls very quick. He told us this afternoon
to have "the other candle lit" for he was coming down to see us this
evening. Will Schley heard him say it and he said he was coming too. His
mother says she always knows when he has been at our house, because she
finds sperm on his clothes and has to take brown paper and a hot
flatiron to get it out, but still I do not think that Mrs. Schley cares,
for she is a very nice lady and she and I are great friends. I presume
she would just as soon he would spend part of his t