Suddenly:

"Pray for me, aunty!" exclaimed Jacquelina, and she darted like a bird
toward the house, into the passage, and seemed lost in the smoke and
flame!

Wrapping her woolen shawl closely about her, and keeping near the floor,
she glided swiftly up the stairs, flight after flight, and through the
suffocating passages, until she reached her uncle's door. It was open,
and his room was clearer of smoke than any other, from the wind blowing
through the open window.

There he lay in a deep sleep! She sprang to the bedside, seized and
shook the arm of the sleeper.

"Uncle! uncle! wake, for God's sake, wake! the house is on fire!"

"Hum-m-m-e!" muttered the old man, giving a great heave and plunge, and
turning over into a heavier sleep than before.

"Uncle! uncle! You will be burned to death if you don't wake up!" cried
Jacquelina, shaking him violently.

"Humph! Yes, Jacquelina! um--um--um--Grim! um--um--Luckenough!"
muttered the dreamer, flinging about his great arms.

"Luckenough is in flames! Uncle! wake! wake!" she cried, shaking him
frantically.

"Ah! ha! yes! d--d little rascal is at her tricks again!" he said,