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"And even funny old Si Snubbins had tears in his eyes at the last when he begged us to find his Celia." "I know it," Bess agreed sympathetically. "But I can't help being excited just the same. If we should find them at this Mother Beasley's " "I don't expect that; but we may hear of them there," said Nan. "Here's our new chum." The flower-girl had darted away to sell one of her little bouquets.
Snubbins for an introduction, scratching his head. Mr. Snubbins said, succinctly: "These here gals are from a railroad train that's snowed under down there in the cut. I expect they air hungry, Miz' Morton." "Goodness me! Is that so?" cried the good woman, bustling forward and jerking her spectacles down astride her nose, the better to see the unexpected guests.
They are foolish to run away; but surely they will be glad to get back to their dear, dear homes." "You don't know my Sallie," sobbed the woman. "Oh! but she can't forget you of course she can't," Nan said. "Why ever did they want to run away from home?" "Them plagued movin' picters," Mr. Snubbins said gruffly, blowing his nose. "I don't see how I kin tell my woman about Celia."
The baskets of food had been welcomed by the snow-bound passengers with acclaim. The two girls were thanked more warmly for their thoughtfulness than Nan and Bess believed they really deserved. Bess Harley's question, of course, referred to Sallie Morton and Celia Snubbins, the girls who had run away from home to become moving picture actresses.
"My dear," she said, running to her as Jennie sat on the couch, and putting an arm about the poor, thin, shaking shoulders. "My dear! we would not disturb you only that you may be able to help us find two lost girls. And you are so sick. Do let us stay a while and help you, now that we have come, in return for the information you can give us about Sallie Morton and Celia Snubbins."
"I vow ter Maria, Peleg!" ejaculated Mr. Snubbins. "What's happened to Celia? Ain't she here?" "No. Nor no more ain't Sallie," Mr. Morton said. "Come in. Bring in them young ladies. I'll tell ye about it. Sallie's maw is mighty upsot." "But ain't Celia here?" reiterated Mr. Snubbins, as he and the chums from Tillbury passed into the warm, big kitchen. "No, she ain't, I tell you."
That old cow wasn't worth more than ten dollars and you demanded fifty. Don't raise the tariff on this milk proportionately, for I'm sure the agent will not allow the claim." Mr. Snubbins grinned and chuckled. "I'll run my risk I'll run my risk," he responded. "You kin have the milk for nawthin', if ye want it so bad. Bein' here all night, I expect ye be purty sharp-set, the whole on ye." Mr.
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.
"An' I vow ter Maria!" the man went on to say, with some eagerness. "We 'most all around here air in them picters; ya-as'm! Ye wouldn't think I was an actor, would ye?" And he went off into another spasm of chuckles. "Oh, what fun!" cried Bess. "Paid us two dollars a day for jest havin' our photographts took, they did," said Mr. Snubbins. "And they paid three to the gals, 'cause they dressed up.
"Mercy, Bess!" whispered Nan. "That's worthy of extravagant Laura Polk herself." "Thank you," responded Bess, as the farmer recovered from a fit of "the chuckles" over Bess Harley's joke. Bess added this question: "What particular form of insanity do your daughter and Sallie Morton display, Mr. Snubbins?" "Movin' picters," ejaculated the farmer. "Drat 'em!
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