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Nan replied to her chum's query: "That Sallie Morton must be a very silly girl indeed to leave such a comfortable home and such a lovely mother. Perhaps Celia Snubbins may not have been so pleasantly situated; but I am sure she had no reason for running away." Bess sighed. "Well," she murmured, "it must be great fun to work for the movies.
Now, wait! don't faint, Nan. This Mr. Snubbins is a dear! Why, he is a regular angel with chin whiskers nothing less." "He's never invited us to his house for supper?" "No. His home is too far. But he says we can come along with him to Peleg's house and they will welcome us there. They are very hospitable people, these Mortons, so our angel says.
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. I wasn't goin' to have him claim I hadn't tried ter fulfil my part of the contrac', so I started 'cross-lots with the cans."
During their brief stay at Tillbury over Christmas they had been so busy, at home and abroad, that they had not thought much about Sallie Morton and Celia Snubbins, the two runaways. In Nan's case, not having seen her mother for ten months, she did not at the last moment even desire to come away from her and visit her school friends in Chicago.
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?
Pickwick that the Serjeant had been prevailed upon, in violation of all established rules and customs, to admit them at once. Mr. Serjeant Snubbins was a lantern-faced, sallow-complexioned man, of about five-and-forty, or as the novels say he might be fifty.
But they could get to Detroit, or Indianapolis, or even to Cincinnati." "There are more picture making concerns in Chicago," suggested Nan, quietly, "than in the other cities named, I am sure. And the fare to Chicago is less than to the others." "Right you air, Miss!" agreed Si Snubbins. "That's where them pesky gals have set out for, I ain't a doubt."
Nan, sipping her tea and becoming more used to her surroundings and more confidential, told her new acquaintance all about Sallie Morton and Celia Snubbins. "Dear, dear," the woman observed at last. "How can girls be so foolish? And the city is no place for them, alone, under any circumstances. If they should come to me I will communicate with their parents.
Let's have supper. You pull up a chair, too, Si." "All right, Miz' Morton," agreed Mr. Snubbins, briskly. Nan felt some diffidence in accepting the good woman's hospitality. She whispered again to Bess: "Shall we stay? They're in such trouble." "But goodness!" interrupted Bess. "I'm hungry. And we want to get her interested in the kiddies aboard the train." "Yes, that's so," agreed Nan.
It was a very amusing picture, being full of country types and characters, with a sweet little love story that pleased the girls, and some quite adventurous happenings that made a hit with Walter, as he admitted. Sallie Morton and Celia Snubbins were in the picture and the chums easily picked the runaways out on the screen.
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