The flames were soon smothered in a rug, and so Prudy's life was mercifully saved.
It was sometime before any one understood what Dotty had been trying to do with a light.
"I was just only a-puttin' a lamp to my feet," sobbed she.

"I learned it to Sabber school." But the little one's rare tears were soon dried by a romp with Zip out of doors.
"It's queer how things always happen just right," said Prudy, still trembling from her fright.

"You said, if I'd been wearing my calico, mother, I'd have been scorched.

And you know it was only the littlest while ago I put on this blue delaine, to go to auntie's in!".