go light on

Three on-the-record stories from a family: a mother and her daughters who came from Phoenix.

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.

Distance, the uncertain light, and imagination, magnified it to a high wall; high as the wall of China.

When the women came, he was preparing to go to the west side for his daily visit with Mrs. Pruitt.