"Here they are." She reached over the side of the bed, and grasped her dainty little patent-leather boots, which she gave to Patty.
"Very well," said Patty, putting them in her bag, "and now you'd better get up and dress, for the house may get on fire to-night.

Come, I'll help you, for I smell smoke now." "Where are you going with your hat on ?" asked Gertrude, much bewildered, but still making an expeditious toilette.
"Nowhere," said Patty.

"I'm collecting valuables; this is Miss Todd's hat.
I must go now.

When you're ready, step out of your window on to the balcony, and they'll take you down by ladders or something, I guess." Patty went out into the hall, and found that the fire was partly under control.

Uncle Ted and Mr.Carleton were pouring buckets of water on it, which they brought from the bathroom where Bumble was helping fill the buckets.
Down-stairs, Mr.Harris and the two boys were using hand grenades, an old fire extinguisher, and sundry other patented means of putting out fires.
There was much yelling of orders going on, but very little obeying of the same, and each man seemed to be working with a will in his own way.
Patty went into her Aunt Grace's room, and found that lady dressed in her best attire.
"I thought I'd put on this gown," she said.