Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 534
ead of them theydescried the blurred outlines of a mob of peo- ple, flying sparks, and a dense black smokewhich overhung everything. Oh, we can never get through there. Comearound this way! Ed exclaimed at the top ofhis voice, and the boys hurried back again overtwo lines of hose, past a snorting… … A WHIRLING GARLAND. On they all flew, however, past the jewelerswindow with its illuminated clock announcingthat nine minutes had already elapsed, downanother street, and finally into view of thecrowded stoop where the boys and girls wereawaiting their arrival. Hurrah! I know I m whipped!…
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