When Jean opened the door she found her piling the contents of the desk and chiffonier drawers helter-skelter into blankets.
"It's all right, Jean," she called.

"I'm not missing a thing.

You tie the corners up and have the boys carry these down-stairs and bring back the clothes-basket and a couple of tubs for the books.

Tell Helen to take the canaries out." "Doris has them, and Gladsome, too," answered Jean.

"And Mrs.Gorham is getting all of the preserves out of the cellar, and Mr.Peckham says he's sure they'll save the piano and most of the best furniture, but, oh, Kit, just think of how father and mother will feel when they see the flames in the sky, and know it's Greenacres burning." "You'd better start in at mother's room and stop cogitating, or we'll be sliding down a lightning rod to get out of here." Nobody quite noticed Helen in the excitement, but later when all was over, it was found that she had rescued all the treasures possible, the pictures and bric-a-brac, the sofa pillows and all the linen and family silver that had been packed away in the bottom of the sideboard.
As the rising glow of the flames lighted up the sky help began to arrive from all quarters.