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

cruel thing!"

oad took babies as baggage,

"Silly! reach down that lantern, please. Stand on

ch was a beautiful, brown-eyed, silky haired water spaniel-nothing but a puppy-that was licking her hands through his

ipping. "Isn't he the cunning, tootsie-wootsie sing? 'E 'ittle dear! Oh, Nan! isn't he a love?

must have forgott

s cook would say," Bess de

n't-not till we'

l we ask?" d

," said Nan, jumping up. "I

ggage-man?"

of course,"

some of our pie,

some warm milk," N

, Nan Sherwood, I don't think anybody's

admonished her. The pup

let's find

When they opened the door of the car

l, Nan," she ejacu

must be above us," her c

ontinued. "The men have tunneled through the drift from one car to th

ly out upon the platform. The door of the forward car stuck

the brakeman, who looked out. "

the baggage-man, plea

e of ladies to see you. I bet they've got somethi

press car. Then an older man came and asked the girls what they wished.

leased from that crate," she told t

an. "I gave him part of my coffee this morning; b

ome milk," Nan an

with the girls and now looked down at the fretting puppy. "

ungles of Brazil. You score the bark and the wood immediately beneath it with an axe, or

Nan, while the baggage-man bu

us, don't they always find the most wonderful thin

a baggage car?" sa

pose to find milk her

hrough the express matter and see if there w

e in Bess Harley, in admiration.

he baggage-man, scratching his head. "W

must starve," s

e his chance with the re

f starvation?" gasped Bess, upon whose mi

the man, and

ig us out, won't th

, y

arve," she said,

upon this at all. She on

poor doggy out of the cage

conductor, you know. It's against the rules

ever was. I am sure that Linda Riggs' father owns it. To keep a poor, d

t Riggs, Miss?" inter

her chum interposed bef

chool where we do, at Lakeview Hall. She was on this

r. Riggs' daughter, maybe he'll stretch a point and let you take the dog

demanded Bess, in a wh

ame for

returned Nan, in the same low ton

what she'd sa

almly. "But we'll save that poor dog if we

and the girls heard many complaints as they walked through to the rear. The conductor, the port

shrill tones of women's voices, the guttural scolding of men, the expostulations of the conductor himself, who had a group of complainants about hi

pulling back. "Let's not

ured Nan. "Women and children in t

lady," explained a little dark-haired and dark-eyed woman who sat in a seat near

o people-the French Canadian and the peon of Mexico. Nan had seen so many of the former people in the Big Woods of Upper Michigan the s

poor little fellow, madam?"

rre, mademoiselle?"

" sai

e Grand Gap yesterday at three o'clock; except that the good conductor gave us a drink of coffee