and cocked his head to listen, while the ladies leaned forward in a flutter of dismay.
"Something has happened to my precious boys! Drive on quick, Peter," Mrs. Brainard gasped.
Peter used his whip and they approached the house at a gallop. The trouble was evident by now. Heavy clouds of smoke were curling up from among the willow trees while the cry of "Fire! Fire!" filled the air.
"Thank heaven it ain't the stables!" ejaculated Peter, as his eye anxiously studied the direction. "’Tis the waggon-shed—an' the buckboard's in it an' all the farmin' tools."
People were running from every side. Two men from Jasper Place came puffing through the hole in the hedge, dragging a garden hose behind them, while the house servants, bare-headed and excited, swarmed out from the back veranda.
"Annie! Annie!" called Mrs. Carter as the panting horses were dragged to a standstill,
