The Glass Flame Author:Phyllis A Whitney As Flames rose higher I fancied I could hear the distant crackle.Who had started this fire? And who was to find the arsonist, now that David was gone? — But the boy beside me needed distracting. "Atleast no one can blame you this time," I said. "You've been up here since before dinner." — He threw me a look of scorn. "You know better than that.... more » Anybody could set it to start-with a cigarette in a matchbox, or a candle, if it was to take longer. There are lots of ways. Then whoever it was could be far away by the time it really got started."
As I knew very will, he was right, and I tried another direction. "Chris, I'd like to show yu comething. Will you come down to my room with me?"
But of course it was futile to talk about anything but fire just then. Chris didn't move, and I doubt if he heard me, all his attention focused upon the burning house. Not until we knew that the engines were there, not until smoke rose, somothering the flames so they began to die down, did he seem to hear and echo of my words.
"What?" he said "What do you want to show me?"
"It's in my room," I told him. "Will you come there with me now? The fire seems to be under control. They've got it stopped, but your father won't be back for awhile, I think."
After a moment of indesision he gave in. "Okay. I'll come."
Nona watched usleave, but she said nothein. Together we started downstairs, brought together in a strange collaboration.« less