Mr. Ravell Bulson just then obtained a clear view of Nan Sherwood, against whom the little dog was crazily leaping. The man scowled and in his usual harsh manner exclaimed:
"Call the dog away, Junior. If you're not hurt we'll get another cab and go on."
"Why, Pop!" cried the lame boy, quite excitedly. "That pup likes her a whole lot. See him? Say, girl, did you used to own that puppy?"
"No, indeed, dear," said Nan, laughing. "But he remembers me."
"From where?" demanded the curious Ravell Bulson, Jr.
"Why, since the time we were snow-bound in a train together."
"Oh! when was that?" burst out the boy. "Tell me about it snow-bound in a steam-car train? That must have been jolly."
"Come away, Junior!" exclaimed his father. "You don't care anything about that, I'm sure."
"Oh, yes I do, Pop. I want to hear about it. Fancy being snow-bound in a steam-car train!"
"Come away, I tell you," said the fat man, again scowling crossly at Nan. "You don't want to hear anything that girl can tell you. Come away, now," he added, for a crowd was gathering.