You've forgotten the lamp,Isabel. The lamp's best of all!
And her little sister, our Else, wore a long white dress, rather like a nightgown, and a pair of little boy's boots. But whatever Else wore she looked strange. She was a tiny wishbone of a child, with cropped hair and enormous solemn eyes.
At the back door stood Aunt Beryl, Staring as if she couldn't believe what she saw. "how dare you ask the Kelveys into the courtyard?" said her cold, furious voice.
When she finished Kezia broke in. "You've forgotten the lamp, Isabel." "Oh, yes," said Isabel, "and there's a teeny little lamp, all made of yellow glass, with a white globe that stands on the dining-room table. You couldn't tell it from a real one." "The lamp's best of all," cried Kezia.