<h2><SPAN name="THE_BURNING_HOUSE" id="THE_BURNING_HOUSE">THE BURNING HOUSE</SPAN></h2>
<p><span class="upper">Some</span> neighbours were
walking together in the
cool of the day, watching
the fall of the twilight,
and talking of this
and that; and as they
walked, they saw at a
little distance a light, as it were a house
on fire.</p>
<p>“From the direction, that must be
our neighbour William’s house,” said one.
“Ought we not to warn him of the
danger?”</p>
<p>“I see only a little flame,” said another;
“perchance it may go out of itself, and no
harm done.”</p>
<p>“I should be loth to carry ill news,” said
a third; “it is always a painful thing to
do.”</p>
<p>“William is not a man who welcomes
interference,” said a fourth. “I should not<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</SPAN></span>
like to be the one to intrude upon his privacy;
probably he knows about the fire,
and is managing it in his own way.”</p>
<p>While they were talking, the house
burned up.</p>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</SPAN></span></p>
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