"Oh, the house is on fire!" she screamed.
Snatching the broom she beat at the flames.
But she could not put them out.
She was wide awake now.
Quickly she filled her dishpan with water and threw it on the wall.
Five dishpans of water .. and the fire was out!
Grandma stooped and picked up the shaggy little dog. "You saved our home," she crooned softly. "And you can stay with us … always."
Rags licked her hands.
Grandma didn't go back to bed. She sat by the kitchen window with
Rags in her lap. It was almost morning.
Grandma watched the clouds turn pink and golden over the dark hills.
She was very thankful. Rags had saved their home.