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

was very much pleased with himself. His little

r. "Ye air all snowed up here, ain't

Nan Sherwood, "you have mil

have,

nto the forward car; "here's a man with fres

, in surprise. "Where'd he get it? From that

Carter. "Be still, Bulson. You roar to fit

glaring at Nan. "How came that girl on t

just then. The crew crowded after Nan and

e saw the farmer and realized how he

r two cans of milk to him ev'ry day. I wasn't goin' to have him claim I hadn't t

et the milk to the c

r, sh

. "But if ye ax me, I tell ye honest, Mr. Conductor, I don't see how Peleg's

milk for?" interrupte

ole lot better for these

lk. Just the same," he a

's shi

bins, cautiously. "Wall, I dunno. I'spect the price h

and you can fight it out with the claim agent. I believe," added Mr. Carter, his lips twisting i

sorrowfully. "Poor Sukey! S

ew what hit the road wh

th more than ten dollar

on this milk proportion

not allow

s grinned a

have the milk for nawthin', if ye want it so bad. Bein' here

en had cleared away the snow by now and there was an open passage to the outside world. The keen kind blew in, and the pa

ke to be over to my house where my woman cou

ention it!"

ouse near?

on top o' the snow, the top's purty hard. It blew so towar

oke through

ckled the farmer. "But it's warm do

stale air from the cars would natura

rain at all from up there?" Bess

and of course she'd melt the snow about her boiler and

th some eagerness. "Is t

'm goin' right there, myself. My woman wants ter know is Celia all right. She's some worrited, 'c

The kindly conductor had found a tin plate, too-a section of the fireman's dinne

knelt to watch the process of consumption-for the puppy was so hun

id to Mr. Carter. "Now the li

in the other car, gourmandizing himself on a jar of condensed milk. I let him have one can; but I'm going to hold the rest against

lapped up the milk. Nan wiped his silky ears with her pocket handkerchief, and

e opening between the two cars. "Oh, Nan!" cried the imp

" demanded Nan, in her most dictatorial way,

ct of eats!"

you drew a verbal picture of a banquet right n

ut to supper. Now, wait! don't faint, Nan. This Mr. Snubbins is a

ted us to his ho

e. They are very hospitable people, these Mortons, so our angel says. And he and his daughter, Celia, will come

od, if nothing else did. There w

you think we ought to go? S

a laugh. "Oh, come on, Miss Fussbudget! Don't be afraid. I've been asking permission a dozen times a day fo

to depart. He climbed up first and got upon the crust of the snow; then he help