She slipped into her clothes, and was soon out-of-doors. She saw immediately where the fire was—over on the next avenue, where smoke and flame were coming out of the roof of a building.
The Pony Cantered All the Way Down the Street
Tiny Discovers a Fire
“Oh, oh,” thought Tiny, “what shall I do? I know!” as she spied the pony in the stable where Martin had put him the night before. “I’ll ride over to the fire-house and tell them, and then I’ll ride to the house and warn the people.”
“Do your best, Love Trot,” she whispered to the dappled pony.
He pricked up his ears, and picked up his feet, and in no time to speak of Tiny was at the fire-house.
Just as she reached the door, a big dog (at least it seemed big to Tiny, for it was almost the size of Love Trot) came around the corner of the building. He raised up his head and barked as he ran toward her.
Tiny was so scared that she quickly jumped on the pony and was going to ride away, when a window of the fire-house opened and a man called out: