Mary Lampion, little light, was home-schooled as her father and mother had been.

They bought the house on the other side of the original Lampion homestead, and another fence was torn down.

In May 1848, he tried again with Le Lampion, which lasted three months.

For reasons of mice and dust, doors at the Lampion house were never left ajar, let alone open this wide.

He'd trusted Joey Lampion, too, after years of wary observance.

In southern California, Agnes Lampion dreams of her newborn son.

A lampion is a small lamp, an oil lamp with a tinted-glass chimney.

A three-minute drive to the Lampion place.

But I sure never did mean you or your husband any harm, Mrs. Lampion.

Only his face was lit in sharp, tired angles by the single paper lampion on the shochu seller's cart.

Besides, to Joe Lampion, Agnes was not in any way average, regardless of what she might think.

"Joe Lampion didn't have any gold teeth."

From Hanna, he learned that Barty Lampion's eyes had been lost to cancer.

She whispered then: "You are my little lampion, Barty.

He wasn't surprised that Agnes Lampion would enthrall them, for hers was a life of clear significance.

Beyond it, the Lampion place.

Throughout the morning, Joe Lampion brooded about every known medical complication associated with childbirth.

"You not to be well yet, Mrs. Lampion, your-head not clean."

After lighting eleven candles, all in the name of Bartholomew Lampion, she took from a pocket the torn playing cards.

"I doubt that I'm the caliber of person you're looking for, Mrs. Lampion.

"Where else are you, Master Lampion?

"Mrs. Lampion, in a case like this, I've found that the greatest mercy is directness.

Agnes Lampion, their hostess.

"Each life," Barty Lampion said, "is like our oak tree in the backyard but lots bigger.

Le pere lampion.