for more than a year she was very, very happy.
"one night when the baby was nearly three years old, she sat reading in the parlor of the home when some one called, 'fire! fire! fire in the left wing!' oh! that was where her baby was, on the very top floor. like a bird she flew across the hall where the smoke already was pouring out. up the first flight, choking, she went. up the second. then she had to fall to the floor to creep along. she could see the fire. it was on the fourth floor where her mary was. could she ever reach it? would the fire 