SNOWED UP. 
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arms a baby with terra-cotta hair. Somehow, the baby's 
hair against the fur collar didn't look so badly as you 
would expect, either. She seemed to be singing it to 
sleep, and kept on with her soft crooning as she glanced 
up over its tangled red locks at snowy Bob and his arm- 
ful of wood, with a look in her eyes that would have sent 
him cheerfully to Alaska for more, had there been need. 
With the comfortable heat of the fires, the kind offices 
of nearly all the well dressed people to the poorer ones, — 
for they were not slow, these kid-gloved Pullman passen- 
gers, to follow Miss Raymond's example, — the day wore 
on quietly and not unpleasantly toward its close. Then 
some one suddenly remembered that it was Christmas 
Eve. 
" Dear me ! " cried Miss Raymond, delightedly, reach- 
ing round the baby to clap her hands; let's have a 
Christmas party I " 
A few sighed and shook their heads, as they thought of 
their own home firesides ; one or two smiled indulgently on 
the small enthusiast ; several chimed in at once. Conduc- 
tor and baggage-master were consulted, and the spacious 
baggage car " specially engaged for the occasion," the 
originator of the scheme triumphantly announced. Prep- 
arations commenced without delay. All the young people 
put their heads together in one corner, and many were 
the explosions of laughter as the programme grew. 
Trunks were visited by their owners, and small articles 
