"
"Of course!" cried Nan Sherwood. "The stale air from the cars would
naturally make the roof of the tunnel soft."
"My goodness! Can't you see the train at all from up there?" Bess
demanded. "Is it all covered up?"
"I reckon the ingin's out o' the snow. She's steamin' and of course she'd
melt the snow about her boiler and stack," the farmer said. "But I didn't
look that way."
"Say!" demanded Bess, with some eagerness. "Is that Peleg's house near?"
"Peleg Morton? Why, 'tain't much farther than ye kin hear a pig's
whisper," said Mr. Snubbins. "I'm goin' right there, myself. My woman
wants ter know is Celia all right. She's some worrited, 'cause Celia
went over to visit Peleg's gal airly yesterday mornin' an' we ain't seen
Celia since."
Mr. Carter came back with one of the brakemen just then, bearing a can of
milk. The kindly conductor had found a tin plate, too--a section of the
fireman's dinner kettle--and into this he poured some of the milk for the
hungry little spaniel.
"There you are, Buster," he said, patting the dog, beside which Nan knelt
to watch the process of consumption--for the puppy was so hungry that he
tried to get nose, ears and fore-paws right in the dish!
"You're awfully kind," Nan said to Mr. Carter. "Now the little fellow
will be all right.
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