year. My aunt won't care 'cause she won't see us, so she won't be worried. I don't like her to worry."
"Me either," said Freddie, So the two little boys, making sure Mrs. Whipple was still looking from the front windows of her apartment, to see what all the excitement was about, stole out of a door into the side hall and so reached the elevators.
"Down, George!" called Laddie to the colored elevator man.
"Down it am. Master Laddie," was the good-natured answer, "Where is yo'all gwine?"
"To see the fire," was the answer, "Don't he talk funny?" asked Laddie of Freddie, as they left the elevator at the ground floor.
"He talks just like our colored cook, Dinah," said Freddie. "Did you ever see her?"
"Nope."
"You ought to eat some of her pancakes," went on Freddie, "I'll write, when I have a chance, and ask her to send you some."
"Oh, hear the engines whistlin'!" cried Laddie. "Hurry up, or maybe they'll be gone before we get there."
