Ted and Janet were looking at the queer, heavy covers of the old books and wondering what games the pictured children used to play when they were on earth, when suddenly from outside came a number of sounds.
There was the sound of the clanging of bells, the blowing of whistles and the shouting of men and boys.
“It’s a fire! A fire down the street!” cried Ted, as he raced to the door. “Oh, Mr. Cardwell, I guess your house is on fire!”
CHAPTER IV
A BIG CROWD
Nothing causes quite so much excitement as does a fire. And when the fire is on your own street, and near your house, and perhaps in the home of some one you know—why, then there is excitement enough to cause even the grown-ups to move about quickly.
And this is just what happened when Ted Martin called out:
“I guess your house is on fire, Mr. Cardwell!”
Mr. and Mrs. Martin, as well as their visitor who had brought the two old photograph albums with him, ran to the door. And you may be sure that Janet was there ahead of them, for she had heard what her brother shouted. William, also, was right there, making his way in and out among chairs until he finally pushed through between Ted’s legs as that lad stood on the porch.
“I’m goin’ to fire!” cried the little fellow.
“No, Trouble! You stay here!” commanded Ted, catching hold of him just in time.