_Bill (at window Right)._ It's a fire!

_Will._ What?

_Bill._ Look! It's right down the street! _(Sounds of fire-bells and
shouts heard in Real-play.)_ Fire! Fire!

_Peggy (sharply)._ Don't lean out! _(Runs to him.)_

_Bill (beside himself with excitement)._ Oh! It's right down the
street! It's the restaurant! That little restaurant down the street!
Fire! Fire! _(Turns to Peggy and Will.)_ Come, quick! Where's my
cap? _(Rushes and gets cap, starts to door.)_ The restaurant's on
fire!

_Peggy._ Wait, Bill!

_Bill._ But I want to see it!

_Peggy._ You can't go alone.

_Bill._ Then come with me! Come with me! I've got to see it!
(_Dancing with excitement._) Come on! Come on! Perhaps we can get
some of those charlotte russes in the window!

_Will (rising resignedly)._ We'll have to stop work.

_Bill._ Oh, I hear the engine coming! Hurry! Hurry! They'll have it
all out! _(Rushes to window.)_ Oh, look! Look! There's the engine!
_(Peggy holding him.)_ Look, Peggy! See the firemen! The engine's