If the fire should come this way, you've only got to open yon door and get out into the yard.

You're safe here." The women were all huddled together in the kitchen by this time, half dressed, shivering, and frightened out of their wits.

Ellen Whitelaw was the only one among them who displayed anything like calmness.
The men were all astir.

One had run across the fields to Malsham to summon the fire-engine, another was gone to remove some animals stabled near the house.
The noise of burning wood was rapidly increasing, the smoke came creeping under the kitchen-door presently, and, five minutes after he had left them, the farm-servant came back to say that he could find no traces of his master.

The parlor was in flames.