Nan Sherwood's Winter Holidays; Or, Rescuing the Runaways

e Pullman and startled Nan Sherwood by shaking her by

what time it is,

ess! That was my elbow. There's not

lled Bess. "What time

conundrum?" asked Nan,

. See my watch, Nan," and she held the small gold time-piece she ha

's not so late. I know we're allowed to remain in the car

on sense," snapped Bess. "But do y

. "But, then, honey, you're

ening at a quarter to eight. When I woke up just now it was just as dark as it was yes

d give you a drink," laughed N

notice her chum's fun.

nine and half the berths are put up

feet over the edge of the berth.

tter now?" dem

o's having his legs cut off. My! i

bout its being half-pas

ng still," said Nan. "Do

lbu

to be," said Bess.

own in the yards looking for

ed her chum. "And b-r-r-r! it's cold. Ther

ll see about this in a minute, Bess," she said,

the curtain of the big window

n! It's

snowing?" a

p against the pane. I

ejaculated Nan. "Do you

t. The train had stood just here, "in the middle of a snow-bank," since midnight. It was

el situation. The porter arranged their seats for them and Bess proudly produced t

Sherwood!" she cried. "Wish w

forting fluid Bess had just mentioned. The porter distributed waxed paper cups from the water co

what was in the lunch-box. "Take care of your food

are to live for long on stale sandwiches and pie, was

on this sort of food than to die on

s cheerful and inclined to take the matter pleasantly. Being snow-bound in a train was such a nove

t out at an exorbitant price by two traveling men, who distributed what they had secured with liberal hand

she told her chum. "Think of poor Robinson Crusoe and his man Friday. Wouldn't they have

ut railroad lunch apple pies," said Nan. "One's p

r I sha'n't give you any more pie," crie

ely. "He isn't giving us enough steam. I shall move into another ap

oked like a little Esquimaux in hers, for her Uncle Henry Sherwood had bought them for her to wear i

Here's the conductor again. Le

ghtful Nan. "He looks as tho

to death. Say, Mr. Conductor, can't we hav

ladies," responded th

rse when the coal

laimed, when he had g

sturbed. "Do you suppose t

s poss

coal may

s?" queried her

hey make steam if there'

hought of that. Goodness, Nan

y. "Let's see if we can't stick our heads out

outside doors were locked and the snow was piled ag

piled completely over

Bess. "How do you s'pose

it has stop

ope

ntinued Nan. "But we naturally couldn'

n a really worried tone. "What d

-el

be awfully worried. Wh

t o'clock, and h

e. "But of course they know what has happe

admitted Bess, slowly. "

nything funny in the situation, I

" her chum said. "I wonder

r car," Nan

Smartie?" cried Be

dimly lit by a lantern swinging from the roof. Nobody w

ess, suddenly. "

stenciled "N.S." on its end. Nan had something very precious in that trunk, and to t

d in here, Bess,"

is flat, either," returned Bess, laughing. "Nothing

en sound from a dark corner-a whimper

darting toward the sound. "Th

car?" gasped Bess. "W