"I guess I better not smoke in here.

I'll go outside and get a mouthful of smoke before the girls come down." He went out and Vandover sat down to the cheap piano and played his three inevitable pieces, the two polkas and the air of the topical song; but he was interrupted by Ellis, who opened the door, crying out: "Oh, come out here and see the _fire_, will you?
Devil of a blaze!" Vandover ran out and saw a great fan-shaped haze of red through the fog over the roofs of the houses.
"Oh, say, girls," he shouted, jumping back to the foot of the stairs; "Ida, Bessie, there's a fire.

Just look out of your windows.

Hark, there go the engines." Bessie came tearing down the stairs and out on the front steps, where the two fellows were standing hatless.
"Where?
Oh, show me where! O-o-oh, sure enough! That's a _big_ fire.
Just hear the engines.

_Oh, let's go_!" "Sure; come on, let's go!" exclaimed Vandover.