"The baggage-man, of course," said Nan, jumping up. "I believe he's
hungry, too."
"Who? the baggage-man?" giggled Bess.
"The puppy, of course," returned Nan.
"We'll feed him some of our pie," suggested Bess.
"He ought to have some warm milk," Nan said seriously.
"Oh, indeed!" exclaimed her chum. "Well, Nan Sherwood, I don't think
anybody's thought to milk the cow this morning."
"Oh, be good, Bess," Nan admonished her. The pup began to whimper again.
"Come on; let's find the man."
The girls ventured farther forward. When they opened the door of the car
at that end, Bess screamed outright.
"Why! it's a tunnel, Nan," she ejaculated. "Do you see?"
"What a lot of snow there must be above us," her chum rejoined,
with gravity.
"Why, this is just the greatest adventure that ever happened," Bess
continued. "The men have tunneled through the drift from one car to the
other. I wonder how thick the roof is, Nan? Suppose it falls on us!"
"Not likely," responded her chum, and she stepped confidently out upon
the platform. The door of the forward car stuck and after a moment
somebody came and slid it back a crack.
"Hullo, young ladies!" exclaimed the brakeman, who looked out. "What do
you want forward, here?"
"We want to speak to the baggage-man, please," Nan said promptly.
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