"There is just one thing to risk your life for at a fire," he went on
to explain to Sunny Boy and to the other children who crowded around to
hear. "Just one thing, and that's another life. Think you youngsters
can remember that?"
Sunny Boy was sure he could, and the firemen began to roll up their
chemical hose. They had not even unwound the big hose for, you see,
Miss May's school had not been on fire.
"Not on fire!" cried Maria, when the tall policeman told her this.
"Why, I saw the smoke, and Sunny Boy was almost choked with it. Of
course it was on fire!"
"No fire, Miss," said one of the firemen, grinning. "Snow's been
accumulating on the edge of the chimney for some time, I take it, and
this afternoon a chunk fell in and choked the flue. Of course the
smoke poured out into the house. And the little fellow thought he was
going straight into a blaze. He's a spunky little chap, and it was a
good chance to tell him, and the other kids, what not to do at a fire.
Next time it might be a serious matter."
The firemen went away, their engines and apparatus making as much noise
as when they had been coming to the fire, and by and by the curious
crowd that had gathered in the street went away, too. The tall
policeman and his friend George helped Miss May and Miss Davis and
Maria to put down the windows which had been left up by the firemen to
let the smoke out, and then they went away.
"Sunny Boy, are you quite positive you feel all right?" asked Miss May
anxiously.
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