"Ye s' get no can'le here.
Ye wad hae the hoose in a low (flame) aboot oor lugs (ears).

I canna affoord can'les.

Ye can jist mak' a can'le o' yer han's, and fin (feel) yer gait up the twa stairs.

There's thirteen steps to the firs, and twal to the neist." With choking heart, but without reply, Annie went.
Groping her way up the steep ascent, she found her room without any difficulty.

As it was again a clear, starlit night, there was light enough for her to find everything she wanted; and the trouble at her heart kept her imagination from being as active as it would otherwise have been, in recalling the terrible stories of ghosts and dead people with which she was far too familiar.