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The Best Christmas-Gift For Your Child

Bring the magic home

Your son or daughters heart will be filled with Christmas joy when you send them this hand-signed letter from-Santa Claus

It includes your child's name on the "nice list", the map Santa will use to find your child's house, and an official gold-sealed certificate.



Well, I suppose its better to live on this sort of food than to die onno food at all, Nan said, laughing. It seemed to be all a joke at first. There were only a few people in thePullman, and everybody was cheerful and inclined to take the matterpleasantly. Being snowbound in a train was such a novel experience thatno unhappy phase of the situation deeply impressed any of thepassengers minds. Breakfast was meagre, it was true. The candy butcher, who sold popcornand sandwiches as well, was bought out at an exorbitant price by twotraveling men, who distributed what they had secured with liberal hand. Bess, more cautious than usual, hid the remains of her lunch and told Nanthat it was buried treasure. Castaways ought to find treasure buried on their island to make itreally interesting, she told her chum. Think of poor Robinson Crusoeand his man Friday. Wouldnt they have been just tickled to death to havefound anything like this for their Sunday dinner, sayI dont believe Friday would have cared much about railroad lunch applepies, said Nan. Ones palate has to become accustomed to suchdelicacies. Now, dont be critical, Nan Sherwood, or I shant give you any morepie, cried Bess. Brrr isnt it cold in hereWe really ought to speak to the janitor about it, said Nan, demurely. He isnt giving us enough steam. I shall move into another apartmentbefore next winter if they cant heat this one any better. They whiled away the morning in conversation and reading. They had tosit with their furs on. Nan looked like a little Esquimaux in hers, forher Uncle Henry Sherwood had bought them for her to wear in the BigWoods the winter before. Finally Bess declared she was too fidgety tosit still any longer. Ive just got to do something. Heres the conductor again. Lets stirhim up about the heat. I wouldnt, said more thoughtful Nan. He looks as though he had hisown troubles. I dont care We cant sit here and freeze to death. Say, Mr. Conductor, cant we have any more heat Were really almost frozen. Cant help it, little ladies, responded the man, rather gruffly. Youll find it worse when the coal gives out entirely. Oh, mercy Bess exclaimed, when he had gone on. What a bearBut Nan looked suddenly disturbed. Do you suppose that is possibleshe asked. Whats possibleThat the coal may give outWhat if it does queried her chum, blankly. Goodness me How will they make steam if theres no fuel for the fireOh gasped Bess, I never thought of that. Goodness, Nan, well befrozen to iciclesNot yet, I hope, said Nan, getting up briskly. Lets see if we cantstick our heads out of doors. Im aching for a breath of fresh air. They went forward and opened the vestibule door. The outside doors werelocked and the snow was piled against the little windows, high up in thedoor panels. I believe this snow is piled completely over the cars, declared Nan. Isnt that funny said Bess. How do you spose theyll ever dig usoutI wonder if it has stopped snowingI hope soWe cant hear anything down here, continued Nan. But we naturallycouldnt, if the train is buried in the snow. Dear me, Nan said her chum, in a really worried tone. What do youspose will happen to usWeellAnd our folks Theyll be awfully worried. Why we should have been atTillbury by eight oclock, and here it is noon






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