CHAPTER IX
AN ANGEL WITH CHIN WHISKERS
Mr. Si Snubbins was a character, and he plainly was very much pleased
with himself. His little, sharp eyes apprehended the situation quickly.
"I vow to Maria!" repeated the farmer. "Ye air all snowed up here, ain't
ye? A hull trainful o' folks. Wall!"
"And oh, Mr. Snubbins!" said Nan Sherwood, "you have milk in those cans,
haven't you?"
"Sure have, Miss."
"Oh, Mr. Carter!" called Nan, running back into the forward car; "here's
a man with _fresh_ milk. You don't have to take Mr. Bulson's."
"What's that?" demanded the baggage-man, Jim, in surprise. "Where'd he
get it? From that cow-tree your friend was telling us about?"
"What's this about fresh milk?" asked Mr. Carter. "Be still, Bulson. You
roar to fit your name. We can't hear the little lady."
"Who's that?" snarled the excited Bulson, glaring at Nan. "How came that
girl on this train? Isn't that the Sherwood girl?"
But nobody paid the fat man much attention just then. The crew crowded
after Nan and Mr. Carter toward the open door of the car.
"Hul-lo" exclaimed Mr. Carter, when he saw the farmer and realized how he
had "dropped in." "That milk for sale?"
"Why, mister," drawled Snubbins, "I'm under contrac' ter Peleg Morton ter
deliver two cans of milk to him ev'ry day.
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