“Now I will burn that brush.”
“And may we watch you?” asked Sammie.
“Yes, if you do not come too close,” his papa said.
Mr. Littletail set fire to the big pile of dried brush, sticks and leaves, and my goodness me sakes alive and some peanut pancakes! How it did blaze up! It crackled like the Fourth of July, and the heat was so great that Mr. Littletail had to jump back very quickly.
“Oh, what a fine fire!” cried Susie.
“We could roast potatoes in it if it were not so large,” spoke Sammie. “But it is too hot now.”
“Indeed it is,” his father said. “Keep back.”
Hotter and hotter grew the brush fire. The blaze leaped up, and then every one had to run far away. The fire grew so hot that the Littletail house began to smoke and scorch.
“Oh, our house will catch fire from the brush!” cried Sammie.
“Yes, I am afraid it will!” exclaimed Mr. Littletail. “I must get some pails of water and throw on the brush fire.”