"It is a house on fire, I know," said Oliver,—"or a store."
"It looks like a fire, certainly," said Jonas.
"Yes," said the farmer's wife; "and you must go, boys, and help put it out."
"It is several miles off," said Amos.
"Yes, but put Kate into the light sleigh, and she'll carry you there over the pond in twenty minutes.—Here, husband, husband," she continued, calling to the farmer, who was still asleep in his chair, "here's a fire."
The farmer opened his eyes, and sat upright in his chair, and asked what was the matter.
"Here's a fire," she repeated, "over in the village; hadn't the boys better go and put it out?"
The farmer rose, walked very deliberately to the window, looked a minute at the light, and then said,—
"It's nothing but the moon."
"The moon?—no, it can't be the moon, husband," said she. "The moon don't rise there."