"Bring me my nightgown, a piece of paper, and the matches." Wondering, Em fumbled about till she found them.
"What are you going to do with them ?" she whispered.
"Burn down the window." "But won't the whole house take fire and burn down too ?" "Yes." "But will it not be very wicked ?" "Yes, very.

And I do not care." She arranged the nightgown carefully in the corner of the window, with the chips of the frame about it.

There was only one match in the box.
She drew it carefully along the wall.

For a moment it burnt up blue, and showed the tiny face with its glistening eyes.

She held it carefully to the paper.