Nurse Nannie looked in, and seeing all was well, left Rosy Posy with the others.
The baby, looking adorable in her dainty white frock, white socks and slippers, and white hair-ribbon, was perched demurely on a chair, holding one of her best dolls in her arms.
Midget, near the window, sometimes lifted the curtain a trifle to see if the returning carriage was yet in sight.
“They can’t get here till five, Mopsy,” said her brother; “and it’s only twenty minutes to five now.”
“I know it,” said Midge; “but it always seems to hurry people up, if you look out the window for them.”
“It doesn’t, though,” argued Kitty; “if they don’t know you’re looking.”
“No,” agreed Midget, amiably. Then she suddenly added, “Oh, King, look at all that smoke! It burst up all at once! Something is on fire!”
“I should say so!” cried King, going to the window. “Not very far away, either. Come out on the piazza.”
“Fires are always farther away than they seem,” said Kitty, as they went out at the front door and stood on the verandah, looking toward the smoke.
“Hullo, there’s flame, too,” said King. “Must be about as near as Bridge Street, anyhow. Let’s go down to the gate.”