I had a run down town again
that evening with Mr. Morris, who went to get something from a shop for
his wife. He never let his boys go to town after tea, so if there were
errands to be done, he or Mrs. Morris went. The town was bright and
lively that evening, and a great many people were walking about and
looking into the shop windows.
When we came home, I went into the kennel with Jim, and there I slept
till the middle of the night. Then I started up and ran outside. There
was a distant bell ringing, which we often heard in Fairport, and which
always meant fire.
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CHAPTER XXXIV
A FIRE IN FAIRPORT
I had several times run to a fire with the boys, and knew that there was
always a great noise and excitement. There was a light in the house, so
I knew that somebody was getting up. I don't think--indeed I know, for
they were good boys--that they ever wanted anybody to lose property, but
they did enjoy seeing a blaze, and one of their greatest delights, when
there hadn't been a fire for some time, was to build a bonfire in the
garden.
Jim and I ran around to the front of the house and waited.
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