"That is, if we make the regular time," Bob said thoughtfully. "And right now, let me tell you, this train is just about crawling, and that's all. Humph! The soup sure will get cold in that dining car at Tonawanda, if it waits there to be attached to our train."
"Oh! Oh!" cried Bobby. "Don't let's think of it. I had no idea that snow could be so troublesome."
"Beautiful snow!" murmured Betty. "Say, Libbie. Recite that for us, will you? You know: the poetry about 'Beautiful Snow.' You or Timothy should remember it."
"Pah!" exclaimed Bobby, grumblingly. "I'll give you the proper version:
"Beautiful snow! If it chokes up this train,
It certainly will give me a pain!"
"Goodness me, Bobby!" retorted her cousin, Libbie, "your versifying certainly gives me a pain."
CHAPTER XI
STALLED, AND WITHOUT A DOCTOR
The rapidity with which the storm had increased and the drifts had filled the cuts through which the rails were laid was something that none of the party bound for Mountain Camp had experienced. Unless Uncle Dick be excepted. As Betty said, Mr. Richard Gordon had been almost everywhere and had endured the most surprising experiences. That was something that helped to make him such a splendid guardian.