"Great! Hurrah for our Nan!" broke in Bess Harley, in admiration. "Who'd ever have thought of that?"
"But we couldn't do that, Miss," said the baggage-man, scratching his head. "We'd get into trouble with the company."
"So the poor dog must starve," said Bess, saucily.
"Guess he'll have to take his chance with the rest of us," said the man.
"Oh! You don't mean we're all in danger of starvation?" gasped Bess, upon whose mind this possibility had not dawned before.
"Well—" said the man, and then stopped.
"They'll come and dig us out, won't they?" demanded Bess.
"Oh, yes."
"Then we won't starve," she said, with satisfaction.
But Nan did not comment upon this at all. She only said, with confidence: