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Clementine Rose and the Treasure Box 6
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across the hall to the bathroom, still half-asleep. As she washed her hands, she glanced through the sheer curtains and wondered about the red glow across the field. Clementine rubbed her eyes and pulled the curtain back.
    â€˜Mummy!’ she yelled. ‘Mummy! Come quickly.’

    Lady Clarissa had been sound asleep. So had Uncle Digby and Aunt Violet. But within a minute the three of them bumped into each other on the landing.
    â€˜Goodness, Clementine, you’ll wake the dead with that bellowing,’ Aunt Violet grumbled.
    Lady Clarissa pushed open the bathroom door. ‘What’s the matter, Clemmie?’
    â€˜Look!’ She pointed out the window.
    Lady Clarissa focused. Uncle Digby pulled his glasses out of his dressing-gown pocket.
    â€˜Good heavens,’ he said. ‘I’ll call the brigade.’ He raced out to the telephone on the small table near the top of the stairs.
    Aunt Violet peered through the window, her eyes adjusting to the light. ‘Oh, oh dear. I wonder what it is. Don’t just stand there, Clarissa. We should see if there’s anything we can do.’
    â€˜Aunt Violet, I don’t think we’ll be much help,’ said Lady Clarissa.
    â€˜Godfathers, Clarissa, don’t be so dull. It’s the most exciting thing to happen aroundhere for a jolly long time and I’m not about to miss it,’ the old woman sniffed.
    Clementine was dancing about. She wanted to see what was happening too.
    â€˜Well don’t just stand there, Clementine. Get your dressing-gown,’ Aunt Violet insisted.
    The child rushed back across the hall to her bedroom. She pulled her dressing-gown from the end of her bed and dragged it over her arms, then stuffed her feet into her slippers.
    Clementine hurried downstairs with her mother close behind her. Uncle Digby was in the entrance hall but Aunt Violet had disappeared.
    â€˜Has she gone to get a bucket?’ Digby asked. ‘I’ll get the car keys.’
    The wailing of sirens in the distance signalled that the fire truck was on its way from Highton Mill.
    Aunt Violet thumped downstairs and elbowed Digby out of the way. ‘I’ll drive! We’re not taking that clapped-out bomb of yours.’
    Aunt Violet’s shiny red car was parked out the front of the house. A minute later, everyone was strapped into their seats. The back wheels spun as Aunt Violet planted her foot on the accelerator. The car hurtled down the driveway, out onto the street and around the corner to the village.
    â€˜Look out!’ Clementine called as the fire truck raced past. Aunt Violet swerved out of the way.
    â€˜Maniacs! We could have been killed,’ Aunt Violet huffed.
    â€˜Aunt Violet. That’s the fire brigade.’ Clementine shook her head. ‘You have to get out of their way.’
    Aunt Violet followed the truck past Mrs Mogg’s store and the church.
    â€˜What’s on fire?’ she asked, squinting to see.
    â€˜Oh no!’ Lady Clarissa gasped.
    â€˜Well, what is it?’ Aunt Violet demanded.
    â€˜It’s the village hall,’ Clarissa replied.
    Aunt Violet pulled a face. ‘Is that all?’
    â€˜Don’t sound so disappointed, Miss Appleby,’Digby said from the back seat. He’d just managed to right himself and remove the seatbelt from around his neck. ‘What were you hoping for? Mrs Mogg’s shop? The village inn, or some poor soul’s home?’
    â€˜Don’t be ridiculous, Pertwhistle!’ Aunt Violet retorted. ‘I just meant that I’m glad it’s nothing important.’
    â€˜The village hall is important, Aunt Violet,’ Clementine said from the back seat. ‘That’s where we have the flower show and the village concert and where Ana was going to start her ballet school.’
    â€˜Who’s Ana?’ Aunt Violet asked.
    Clementine began to explain but was interrupted.
    â€˜Does the woman have any experience?’
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