"Please!" Sara said. "Where is the fire? Do you suppose i can get to it?" A fire would suit her right now. It would gratify a need that was growing in her to become angry and smash something.
The man was young, with sandy hair and a freckled face. He tilted his chair to earth and stood up. The look he turned upon her was an odd mingling of interest, disapproval and sympathy.
"I know just how you feel, miss, but the best thing any citizen can learn about fires is to stay away from `em. Especially young ladies. Sure and you´d get in the way and faint-"
"I never faint!" Sara cried impatiently. "And I love fires. I wouldn´t get in the way."
"The people who are getting burned out don´t like `em so much," he said dryly.
Up until this point I cannot say that I´m enamored by the main character Sarah. Must of the time she acts like a spoiled brat.
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