"We will," shrieked Marjory, who, with the other three, was rushing by.
"Don't get mixed up with the hose," warned Dr. Tucker, who was carrying young Peter to view the fire.
"We won't," promised Bettie. "We'll stand on the very safest corner."
"This is it," declared Jean, stopping short on the sidewalk. "We can see right over the heads of the folks that are close to the building."
"Should you think," panted Mabel, hopefully, "that there'd be school Monday?"
"Looks doubtful," said Marjory.
"Not upstairs, anyway," returned Jean. "Everything must be smoked perfectly black. And it's getting worse every minute instead of better."
"Goodness!" cried Mabel, suddenly turning pale at a new and alarming thought. "I do hope it won't burn my room. The money for Miss Bonner's birthday present is in my desk. It's—it's a horrible lot of money to lose. I ought never to have left it there. Dear me! Do you think——"
"Phew!" cried Jean, paying no heed to Mabel. "Look at that!"
"That" was a terrifying flash of red that suddenly illumined six of the big upper windows.