"That's the box, Auntie. You always forget the fire isn't in the box."
"Well, it will be if they don't get along with their steamers. I ain't heard one go by yet."
"They haven't any horses, you know."
"Hark! there's one now! O, do hush! There's the bell again!"
Bel was picking up the tea-things for washing. She set down the little pile which she had gathered, went to the window, and drew up the blind.
"My gracious! And there's the fire!"
It shone up, red, into the sky, from over the tall roofs.
Ten strokes from the deep, deliberate bells.
"There comes Miss Smalley, todillating up to see," said Bel, excitedly.
"And the people are just rushing along Tremont Street!"