This is the coldest night in my memory, your snowman outside is probably frozen solid.
Is it morning already?
Scout get up and put your robe and shoes on.
I'm so tired, what's going on?
Before Scout went to sleep that night Atticus put more coal in the fire in Scout's room. He said the thermometer registered sixteen, that it was the coldest night in his memory, and that Scout and Jem's snowman was frozen solid.
It's gone, ain't it?
I expect so.
Minutes later it seemed Scout was being awakened by someone shaking her. Atticus was holding out a bathrobe and shoes for Scout to put on telling her to hurry up.
Why don't they hurry, why don't they hurry!
As Scout, Jem, and Atticus stood at the front door they saw fire spewing from Miss Maudie's dining room windows. The town siren wailed up the scale to treble pitch and remained there, screaming.
Jem asked if Miss Maudie's house was gone and Atticus said yes and told both of them to go to the Radley place and keep out of the way of the fire trucks.
They stood watching the street fill with men and cars while fire silently devoured Miss Maudie's house.
Jem and Scout stood and watched the neighbors help take furniture out of Miss Maudie's house to a yard across the street. As they continued to watch they noticed they were no longer carrying furniture. The fire was well into the second floor and had eaten it's way to the roof. There was nothing more they could do.