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Updated: June 27, 2025
All went with a rush and clatter, and Nan found herself at last rumbling out of Tillbury, on her way to the northern wilderness, while a thin drive of fine snowflakes tapped on the car windows. It was fortunate for Nan Sherwood that on the day of parting with her parents she had so much to do, and that there was so much to see, and so many new things of which to think.
The Western girl looked around and made a quick gesture for silence. So neither of the Tillbury girls gave the cloud another thought. They came at length to a piece of high brush which, with a pile of rocks, hid them completely from the herd of peacefully grazing animals. Peering through the barrier, the girls could see the beautiful creatures plainly. "So pretty!" breathed Grace.
"I should think I'd had trouble enough with people of that name. Is your father Robert Sherwood, of Tillbury, Illinois?" "Yes, sir," replied the wondering Nan. "Ha! I might have known it," snarled the man, trying to beat the snow from his clothes. "I heard he had a girl up here at this school. The rascal!" Professor Krenner had just reached the spot from the top of the hill.
During the meal there was not much conversation save about the wonderful fortune that had fallen to Nan's mother and the voyage she and her husband were taking to Scotland to secure it. Nan learned, too, that Uncle Henry had telegraphed from Tillbury of Nan's coming to Pine Camp, and consequently Aunt Kate was able to prepare for her.
Many who remained would be a burden upon the taxpayers of Tillbury before the winter was over. Nan and her folks were not in such a sad situation as the laborers, of course. Mr. Sherwood had a small sum in bank. He had, too, a certain standing in the community and a line of credit at the stores that he might have used.
Have you lost your tongue all of a sudden? Do say something, or do something." "Let's race the train down the pond to Tillbury," proposed Nan instantly. The lights of the long coaches were just moving out of the station at the Landing. The two girls came about in a graceful curve and struck out for home at a pace that even the train could not equal.
Mangel, the principal of the Tillbury High School, and told him about the collection the crippled grandson of the old lumberman had made, mentioning those specimens which had impressed her most. She had some hope that the strange moth might be very valuable.
"I wonder if it has stopped snowing?" "I hope so!" "We can't hear anything down here," continued Nan. "But we naturally couldn't, if the train is buried in the snow." "Dear me, Nan!" said her chum, in a really worried tone. "What do you s'pose will happen to us?" "We ell " "And our folks! They'll be awfully worried. Why! we should have been at Tillbury by eight o'clock, and here it is noon!"
Bess was crying frankly, with her gloved hands before her face. "Oh, Nan! Nan!" she sobbed. "I didn't do a thing, not a thing. I didn't even hang to the tail of your skirt as you told me. I, I'm an awful coward." The big man patted Nan's shoulder lightly. "There's a little girl that I'm going to see here in Tillbury," he said gruffly. "I hope she turns out to be half as smart as you are, sissy."
Nan and her father tramped briskly through the snowy streets toward "the little dwelling in amity," which Nan had not seen since leaving Tillbury for her Uncle Henry Sherwood's home at Pine Camp, ten months before. "Oh, dear, Papa Sherwood!" gasped Nan. "What is the matter with that horrid man? He says the most dreadful things about you!" "What's that?" demanded her father, quickly.
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