See? They are trying to chop away the burning place. But there's
another! And another!
A-a-ah! Hooray-ay! Connection's made! Now you'll see something.
Out of the way there! One side! One side! Up you go! . . .
Wha-at? Is that the best they can do? Why, it won't run out of
the nozzle at all when it's up on the roof. Not a drop.
Feeble little dribble when it's on the ground-level. There's your
water-works for you. It is a good long way from the fire-plug I
know, but there ought to be more pressure than that. Oh, pshaw!
If we only had the old hand-engine! "Up with her! Down with her!"
Have that fire out in no time. The house will have to go now.
Too bad!
Somebody in the second story is rescuing property from the devouring
element. He has just tossed out a wash-bowl and pitcher. Luckily
they both fell on the sod and rolled apart. He takes down the
roller-shade and flings it out. The lace curtains follow. They
catch on the edge of the veranda roof, and languidly wave there as
for some holiday. Bed-clothes issue and pillows hurtle out. What's
he doing now? No use. No use. You can't get the mattress out of
that window. A waste-paper basket, a rag rug, a brush and comb - as
fast as his hands can fly he's throwing out things.
The women began to whimper.
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