in Lakeport, where I live, we don't have fire lines, though I've got a fish line."
"Humph! You're from the country, all right. Where do you live, and how comes it your father let you out in the streets during a fire?"
"I live in the Parkview Hotel and my father didn't let me out. He's gone to see the airships with Nan and Bert, and Laddie and I came out to see the fire ourselves. Flossie stayed with her doll. Laddie went back to get his aunt, 'cause she likes fires—I mean to see 'em—and I waited for him, and—and"
"Yes, I guess you don't know what happened next," laughed the fireman. "But as I want to telephone to headquarters about one of the engines that is broken, I'll use the hotel 'phone, and, at the same time, take you back where you belong. You're too little to get inside the ropes at a New York fire."
"I'm going to be a fireman when I grow up," said Freddie, as the assistant chief carried him into the corridor of the hotel.
"Well, that won't be for some time yet, and while you're waiting to grow up don't go too
