One night, all the family, except my mother and myself, went to bed early. Why, I do not know, but we tworemained sitting alone. The candles had already been put out. They had been blown out in their globesby means of a curved tube of tin. That tube seemed to me the finest and most wonderful plaything in theworld. The room was dimly lighted by a single light of coconut oil. In all Filipino homes such a light burnsthrough the night. It goes out just at day!break to awaken people by its spluttering.
