please write about it."

"I will," promised Mr. Bobbsey, as he started for the office, while the
twins gathered about the new dog, who seemed ready to do more tricks.

CHAPTER Vl
DANNY RUGG IS MEAN

THAT afternoon a small fire broke out in Mr. Bobbsey's lumber yard. The
alarm bell rang, and Mrs. Bobbsey, hearing it, and knowing by the number
that the blaze must be near her husband's place of business, came
hurrying down stairs.

"Oh, I must go and see how dangerous it is," she said to Dinah. "It is
too bad to have it happen just after Mr. Bobbsey comes back from his
summer vacation."

"'Deed it am!" cried the fat, colored cook. "But maybe it am only a
little fire, Mrs. Bobbsey."

"I'm sure I hope so," was the answer.

As Mrs. Bobbsey was hurrying down the front walk Flossie and Freddie saw
her.

"Where are you going, mamma?" they called.

"Down to papa's office," she answered. "There's a fire near his place,
and - "