We watched it go crackling farther down the valley, till at last it spent itself in a rocky creek where it had nothing to feed on.

All the place it had passed over was burnt to cinders, a horrible black mass.

Only the house and the buildings and a few fields round them were untouched.

It was an awful birthday for poor Pamela." "Was your own farm hurt ?" asked the girls breathlessly, as Rona paused in her story.
"Not at all.

You see it was in quite a different valley, and the fire hadn't been near.