“Could I?” cried Allan, with an appealing look to Owen,—“at night?”
“Why, I should think night was a good time to photograph fire,” Edith declared.
“It has been done,” Owen admitted.
“I’ll try it!” Allan caught up the camera. “Won’t you come, Owen, and help?”
They all were at the door in a moment.
“Allan!” called the Doctor. “You’ve forgotten your hat!”
“Be careful where you go,” warned Mrs. Hartel, as she pressed the hat on the boy’s head with a motherly firmness.
II.
THE FIRE.
