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CHAPTER I THE LITTLE EARTHQUAKE GIRL,"We must alarm the house," cried Sarby, in a horrified tone, and thereupon walked swiftly toward the door. But before he could reach it the major, having recovered his presence of mind, seized him by the arm.,This sounded like good advice to Bob.,"That's jest what I thought," said Billy. "I'll darken it some.","No, sir, no!" cried the Admiral in a deep, trembling voice.,So imminent had catastrophe been, that no one thought of the poor small steamer burning unchecked to the water’s edge while the procession climbed the hill; no one knew till days afterward that busy Buzz had entered the open shop and mixed Billy’s cans so that it was gasoline instead of kerosene that he fed that fated craft. But gratitude for Jimmy’s bravery and May Nell’s safety supplanted even in the youngest heart all regret for the boat.,How the missionary box would jingle! How the heathen would sing for joy! While on the Wopp table carrot pudding could become a diurnal felicity!,"Nevertheless, close the curtains, Geoffrey, and ask Lady Rodney if she would not like tea now," says Violet, sotto voce.,"Rather peculiar, don't you think, seeing that he must necessarily have been ignorant of your visit on that night?","Hist, Miss Mona! hist!" says this voice close at Mona's ear. She starts violently.,"That is the end—there is no name.",“I guess ours’ll be a grown-up chap; but I wish he’d be a boy my size. How do you guess poor old San Francisco looks to-day?”.