Read it through once

“Ther’s six _candles_ gone—that’s what. The rats could a got the candles, and I reckon they did; I wonder they don’t walk off with the whole place, the way you’re always going to stop their holes and don’t do it; and if they warn’t fools they’d sleep in your hair, Silas—_you’d_ never find it out; but you can’t lay the _spoon_ on the rats, and that I _know_.”