bring to light

Gillingham tells Mary that he wants to make their lives simpler, but it sounds a little like the dying of the light.

Each day she resolved, "To-morrow I will tell Felipe;" and when to-morrow came, she put it off again.

Behold a dumpy, comfortable British paterfamilias in a light flannel suit and a faded sun hat.

She did not need a great cook-book; She knew how much and what it took To make things good and sweet and light.

Mr. Jones swung round a large iron key he held in his hand, and light dawned upon him.

All the operations of her brain related themselves somehow to to-morrow afternoon.