human
O, papa, do but look what a monstrous great fire there is yonder on the common! If it were the fifth of November I should think it were a bonfire. Look how it blazes.
gpt
I see plain enough what it is, said Mr. Fantom, sitting down again without the least emotion.
human
It is Jenkins's cottage on fire.
gpt
What, poor John Jenkins, who works in our garden, papa? said the poor girl, in great terror.
human
Do not be frightened, child, answered Fantom;
gpt
human
Sit down! said Mr. Trueman;
gpt
I am not a stock, nor a stone, but a man, made of the same common nature with Jenkins, whose house is burning. Come along--let us fly and help him, continued he, running to the door in such haste that he forgot to take his hat, though it hung just before him.
human
Come, Mr. Fantom--come, my little dear; I wish your mamma was here; I am sorry she went out just now; we may all do some good; every body may be of some use at a fire. Even you, Miss Polly, may save some of these poor people's things in your apron, while your papa and I hand the buckets.