They went forward and opened the vestibule door. The outside doors were locked and the snow was piled against the little windows, high up in the door panels.
"I believe this snow is piled completely over the cars," declared Nan.
"Isn't that funny?" said Bess. "How do you s'pose they'll ever dig us out?"
"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!"
"That is so," Nan said, with more assurance. "But of course they know what has happened to the train. We're in no real danger."