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"Celia was nigh about crazy to see that picter run off. She was in it, too. Of course, a big drama like that wouldn't come to the Corner, and I shouldn't wonder if that's what took 'em both to the city, first of all. Still," he added, "I reckon they wanter be actorines, too." Bess suppressed a giggle at that, for Si Snubbins was funny, whether intentionally so or not.
"I'm just crazy to see how Sallie and Celia look on the screen." "Why! you never saw them. Do you think they will be labeled?" scoffed Walter. "Oh, we saw a photograph of Sallie; and if Celia looks anything like Mr. Si Snubbins, we can't mistake her," laughed Bess. "Let's run over and go in." "No," Grace objected. "Mother never lets us go to a picture show without asking her permission first."
"And your mother is worried to death about you, Celia Snubbins; and your father, Si, who is a dear old man, said he'd give everything he owned to get you back " "Oh, oh!" gasped Celia, and burst into tears again. "Listen to this, Sallie Morton!" added Nan, rummaging in her shopping bag and bringing forth Mrs. Morton's letter. She read some of the letter aloud to the girls.
Sallie and Celia that evening divided interest with the masquerade party. The next day at noon, however, the fathers of the two girls arrived and took them home. The farmers were grateful loquaciously so on Mr. Si Snubbins' part to Mr. and Mrs. Mason for housing the runaways over night; but neither could properly express the feeling he had for Nan Sherwood. Mrs.
Makes Sallie look dreadfully growed up," sighed the troubled woman. "I sartainly do hate to see my little girl change into a woman so quick." "That's what my woman says," agreed Snubbins. "Celia's 'bout growed up, she thinks. But I reckon if her mother laid her across her lap like she uster a few years back, she could nigh about slap most of the foolishness out o' Celia.
The almost level rays of a sinking sun shone upon a vast waste of white when the two girls from the snow-bound train started off with the farmer toward the only sign of life to be seen upon the landscape a curl of blue smoke rising from a chimney of a farmhouse. "That's Peleg's place," explained Mr. Snubbins. "He's a right well-to-do man, Peleg Morton is.
You are starving for greasy baker's cakes, when your fathers and mothers at home are just sitting down to lovely sliced ham and brown bread and biscuit and homemade preserves and cake and plenty of it all! Sallie Morton and Celia Snubbins, I think you are two of the most foolish girls I ever heard of!" The crying girl stopped in surprise. The other tried to assume a very scornful air.
"We are very anxious to find them, and have been looking for them ever since we came to Chicago. You see, they have run away from home, Jennie, and their parents are terribly worried about them." "Maybe they were ill-treated at home," Jennie Albert said, gloomily. "Oh, they were not!" cried Bess, eagerly. "We know better. Poor old Si Snubbins thinks just the world and all of Celia." "And Mrs.
Nan wiped his silky ears with her pocket handkerchief, and his cunning little muzzle as well, and left him with a pat to go and seek Bess. She found her chum still talking with Mr. Snubbins in the opening between the two cars. "Oh, Nan!" cried the impulsive one, rushing to meet her chum. "What do you think?"
"I'll take the milk, give you a receipt, and you can fight it out with the claim agent. I believe," added Mr. Carter, his lips twisting into a grim smile, "that you are the farmer whose cow was killed by this very train last fall, eh?" "Ya-as," said Si Snubbins, sorrowfully. "Poor Sukey! She never knew what hit her." "But the claim agent knew what hit the road when you put in your claim.
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