ustpan,
a sieve, a kitchen apron, a statuette of Psyche, a pair of plaster
medallions, _Our Mutual Friend_ in paper cover, a pink tarletan dress, a
dirty tablecloth, an ice pitcher, a flat-iron, a mosquito-bar, a
hoop-skirt, a backgammon-board and a bottle of hair restorative.

"They're worth a thousand times more than those old rocks and things
you've loaded up the dray with," Mrs. Lively maintained.

At last the truck moved off, followed by Dr. Lively, shouting to his
wife to come on and not lose sight of him. Mrs. Lively seized a
carpet-bag in which she had packed her silver and jewelry, and rushed
into the street, screaming to Napoleon to follow and not lose sight of
her. Napoleon hung his basket of provisions on his arm and stuck his hat
on his head. Then he went to the pantry and poked up cookies through a
lift between his hat and forehead, until there was no vacant space
remaining in the top of his hat. Then he crammed a cake in his mouth,
filled his pockets and both hands, and left the rest to their doom.

The wind, which for a time had blown steadily to the north-east, was now
seemingly bewildered. At times there would be a dead calm, as though the
fierce gale had tired itself out; then it would sweep roaring down a
street with the force of a hurricane, and go shrieking through an alley
as though sucked through a tube; again, it seemed to strike from every
quarter of the compass, while anon a vast whirlwind was formed, swirling
and circling till one half expected to see the glowing masses of masonry
lifted and whirled like autumn leaves.

On went our party as fast as the press would permit. One bundle after
another, as it took fire from falling brands, was pitched off the truck
and left to burn out on the pavement; and to these bundle-pitchings Mrs.
Lively kept up a running accompaniment of groans and ejaculations. When
they had reached the corner of Washington and La Salle, the truckman
signified his intention of throwing off his load.

"They'll be safe here," he said. Dr. Lively, too, thought this, for he
did not believe that the flames could pass the double row of fireproof
buildings on La Salle street and others in the neighborhood. But as he
was bound for a friend's house across the river, on the North Side, he
would of course have preferred to take his goods with him, even if there
had been no danger from pillagers. But no arguments or persuasions, even
when offered in the shape of the gentleman's las