It was changed again by Temperance coming with lights.

Though the tall brass lamps glittered like gold, their circle of light was small; the corners of the room were obscure.

Mr.Park, entering, retreated into one, and mother was obliged to forego the pleasure of undressing Arthur; so she sent him off with Temperance and Charles, whose duty it was to rock the cradle as long as his babyship required.
Soon after father came, and Hepsey brought in his hot supper; while he was eating it, Grandfather John Morgeson bustled in.

As he shook hands with me, I saw that his hair had whitened; he held a tasseled cane between his knees, and thumped the floor whenever he asked a question.
Mr.Park buzzed about the last Sunday's discourse, and mother listened with a vague, respectful attention.

Her hand was pressed against her breast, as if she were repressing an inward voice which claimed her attention.