"
"I'll get them for you," promised Sunny Boy. "Don't cry, Jessie. I
know where they are in the cloakroom."
"Will you get my rubbers, too?" asked Jessie, smiling through her tears.
"Yes, I'll get everything," said Sunny Boy.
"You can't go in there, it's on fire!" screamed Maria, when he ran up
the steps. "Sunny Boy, I tell you the school is burning up! Come back
here!"
But Sunny Boy opened the door and ran in past her. He knew that Jessie
Smiley was very proud of her new winter coat with its pretty beaver
collar.
The house was full of smoke, and it made Sunny Boy choke and gasp, but
he shut his eyes and felt his way to Miss Davis' room. The smoke was
worse in here than in the hall, and his eyes smarted and burned as he
crept slowly to the cloakroom. In there there was not so much smoke,
and he had no trouble at all in pulling Jessie's coat down from the
hook where it hung, and he found her rubbers on the floor. He stuffed
one in each pocket. Then he started back.
His eyes hurt so badly that, brave little boy as he was, he began to
cry.
"I can't breathe!" he sobbed. "I wish I had a drink of water."
"George!" suddenly shouted a big voice in his ear. "Say, George, here
he is! I've found him!"
Somebody grabbed Sunny Boy up in strong, rough arms and he was carried
swiftly through the halls and out to the porch again. The children
shouted when they saw him.
"Don't you know any better than to go into a house that is on fire?"
said a big, rough voice that seemed to belong to the big arms.
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