“Dear associations seldom match in color,” I narrate. She did not assimilate those words I said it.
“For instancely,” she go onwards, “there is painted fire-shovel with snow-scenery from Grandpa’s farm. I would not take considerable for that shovel.”
“How much has you been offered?” I ask to know.
But she was thinking elsewheres.
“Togo,” she otter with serious eyebrows, “there is not one drop of fire insurance on this house!”
My heart stand on end for this informations. “Then it would not pay to burn it!” I gosp.
“Daily and nightly,” she agnosticate, “I worry with brain for fear some spark or blazes might walk into my home and burn all my sweet art and dear menorandum to zero of ashes!”
“I shall smother all arson with great cruelty,” are fire-chief promise I make.
So Hon. Mrs. Fogg donate to me one smallish volume of book entitled “First Ade to Fires.” This literature, which is bound in 4th of July color, tell me following information about fire when he gets loose:
“Chimbleys are most dangerous articles to have around a house because they gets clogged with soot, thusly causing inflammation of the roof which creates blazes and burns insurance. Total loss. Best way to put out a mad chimbley is to sprinkle salt down him until he quits.