"Well, Herbert," said Mrs. Dare to her son at dinner the day following the fire, "I hope you don't get up to go to any more midnight alarms." "Why, mother?" "Because I was worried to death about you. I knew you would get hurt, and, sure enough, you did." "Oh, this burn? That doesn't amount to much. I'm glad I went, for I helped Mr. Stimson save something from the fire." "Yes, I heard about it. All the neighbors are talking about you. You certainly take after your father, and I am quite proud, though I can't get over how frightened I felt." "I'm sorry you feel that way, mother, for I was thinking of a plan that might save the village from any more such fires, and I might have to take part in it." "What do you mean, Herbert?" "Well, I think the village ought to have a fire department, a volunteer one at least, and I was thinking of organizing it." "Well, Herbert, you know your poor father used to say the same thing, but he never could get any one to agree with him. The men don't seem to take an interest in such a matter, though I should think they would." "I wasn't thinking of taking in the men, mother." "Not take in the men? Whom would you have, then?" "The boys--my chums." "What! your friends--the boys you play ball with?" "Yes. I think we could organize as good a fire department as if we had the men, and I'm sure we could get out quicker on alarms, and could beat the bucket brigade all to pieces." "I'm afraid that's too big an undertaking for you boys, Herbert. Maybe the men will get together, now, and do something, after this barn fire. Perhaps they'll organize a department." "I don't believe so. I heard that Mr. Appelby and Mr. Sagger were talking about it, and Sagger and his crowd object to spending the money." "That's another point, Herbert. You'd have to have money to run a department." "Not much. You see we boys would serve without pay, and all we'd need would be an engine." "But engines, even the kind worked by hand-pumps, cost money." "I know it, but we might get a second-hand one cheap. We could raise the money somehow--get up a show, or have a ball game." "Perhaps you might, Herbert. But I don't want you running into danger. I'm sure you are thoughtful to take so much interest in the affairs of the town. Your father used to be that way." "Well, our house might catch fire some day, mother, and if I belonged to the boys' volunteer department, we could put it out for you in a hurry." "Don't suggest such a thing, Herbert. I'm afraid we'll never have a department here." "Stranger things have happened, mother. I'm going off now to see some of the boys." Though this was the first time Bert had spoken to his mother about his plan of organizing a fire department in Lakeville, he had been thinking over the matter for some time. Even before the barn burned down he had had the 'notion in his head, and, when he saw the futile efforts of the bucket brigade, he determined to take some action.