All right," said Patty, and she put the book in her pillow-case bag, but the hat, being large and feathery she put on her head.
Then Patty went to Gertrude Carleton's room. She found that fragile bit of humanity sleeping peacefully, and she hated to startle her.
But the excitement was growing greater. People were running about in all directions, and the flames, though still confined to the staircase, were liable to spread further at any moment. So Patty decided to break the news gently to the frail Gertrude, and she touched her softly on the shoulder.
"Gertrude, dear," she said, "if the house should get on fire, what would you want to save most?"
"My shoes," said Gertrude, promptly, awake and alert in an instant. "Here they are."
She reached over the side of the bed, and grasped her dainty little patent-leather boots, which she gave to Patty.
"Very well," said Patty, putting them in her bag, "and now you'd better get up and dress, for the house may get on fire to-night. Come, I'll help you, for I smell smoke now."
