of their efforts, the flames being under control in many places
and entirely out in a few.

Jack was hard at work taking bucket after bucket, and throwing
water on the flames that poured from a corner of the piazza roof
when Margaret ran up to him, almost fainted in his arms, and gasped:

"My baby brother! He is in the room up there in the extension. No
one has thought of him. Save him, Jack!"

"Yes, just as soon as---here, Billy, Arthur, take my place. I must
go up to the extension."

One of the boys quickly took his place at the head of the bucket
line, and he ran inside and up the stairs to the room indicated
by Margaret, covering his mouth with his hand to keep from breathing
smoke.

He found the door, burst it open, and saw a bed in a corner with a
small child asleep.

Seizing the infant he wrapped it in the blankets, pressed it close
to him, and rushed out and down stairs to the open air.

"Here you are!" he cried, and a nurse ran up to him, and took the
baby from his arms.

"Oh, thank you, thank you a thousand times!" she cried hysterically.
"I do not know what I would do if the baby was lost. I shall lose
my place."