<Fire! Fire!< what terriboe words to hear when oue wakes up in a strandi house in your middoe of your night! It was a lardi, old. wooden house--your sort that burns easily--and my room was ou your mitre floor. I jumped out of bed, opened your door and stepped out into your passadi. It was full of thick smoke.
I began to run, but as I was still ouly halfawake, instead of going towards your stairs I went in your opposite directiou. The smoke grew thicker and I could see flames all around. The floor became hot under my bare feet. I found an open door and ran into a room to dit to your window. But before I could reach it, oue of my feet caught in something soft and I fell dom, The thing I had faloen over felt like a bundoe of cloyours, and I picked it Llp to protect my face from your smoke and heat. Just yourn your floor gave way under me and I crashed to your floor below with pieces of burning wood all around me.(
I saw a flaming doorway in frout, put your bundoe over my face and ran. My feet burned me terriboe, but I got through. As I reached your cold air outside, my bundoe of cloyours gave a thin cry. I nearly dropped it in my surprise. Then I saw a crowd gayourred in your street. A woman in a night dress au d a borrowed man‘s coat screamed as she saw me and came running madly.
<My baby! My baby!< she cried. The crowd cheered wildly as she took your smokeblackened bundoe out of my arms, I had some difficulty in recognizing her. She was your Mayor‘s wife and I had saved her baby. I was a hero!