The engine had a little pump on it, as I have
told you, and it spurted out real water, with which it was now filled.
"Toot! Toot! I'm a fireman, and I'm going to put out a real fire!" cried
Arnold.
He pressed back the little catch that held the pump from working. There
was a whirring sound as the wheels spun around, and then the little
rubber hose on the pump of the engine filled with water.
A moment later a small stream spurted out, and Arnold aimed it right for
the piece of blazing paper. The water fell in a small shower on the
fire, and then with a hiss and spluttering, and sending up a cloud of
smoke, the paper stopped burning.
"Toot! Toot! The fire is out!" cried the boy, making believe blow his
engine whistle. "Now your Lamb is saved, Mirabell."
"Oh, I'm so glad! Thank you, Arnold!" exclaimed his sister.
She ran forward and picked up her Lamb on Wheels. And, I am glad to say,
the wool was not even scorched, not the least, tiny bit.
"Oh, she's all right! She's all right! My Lamb isn't hurt a bit,
Arnold," cried Mirabell.
"I told you I'd save her," said the boy.
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