. Miss Santa Claus of the Pullman. creek bank, or the sil-ver dime he had once found in a wagon rut. 27 MISS SANTA CLAUS Then he looked up to see the stewardstrolling back towards him again, his handsstill in his trousers pockets. But this timeno fascinating baby watch bobbed back andforth against his vest as he walked, andWillm knew with a sudden stab of disap-pointment that was as bad as earache, thatthe watch he was fondling could never behis to carry home and show proudly toUncle Neal. It belonged to the man. Here! he said, holding it out in the bluemitten. Well, I vow! exclaimed the stewa
. Miss Santa Claus of the Pullman. creek bank, or the sil-ver dime he had once found in a wagon rut. 27 MISS SANTA CLAUS Then he looked up to see the stewardstrolling back towards him again, his handsstill in his trousers pockets. But this timeno fascinating baby watch bobbed back andforth against his vest as he walked, andWillm knew with a sudden stab of disap-pointment that was as bad as earache, thatthe watch he was fondling could never behis to carry home and show proudly toUncle Neal. It belonged to the man. Here! he said, holding it out in the bluemitten. Well, I vow! exclaimed the steward,looking down at his watchfob, and thensnatching the little disk of gold from theoutstretched hand. I would nt have lostthat for hardly anything. It must havecome loose when I stooped to look under thecar. I think more of that than almost any-thing I Ve got. See? And then Willm saw that it was not awatch, but a little locket made to hang froma bar that was fastened to a wide black rib-bon fob. The man pulled out the fob, and 28. Here ! he said OF THE PULLMAN there on the other end, where it had beenin his pocket all the time, was a big watch,as big as Willms fist. The locket flewopen when he touched a spring, and therewere two pictures inside. One of a lady andone of a jolly, fat-cheeked baby. Well, little man! exclaimed the stew-ard, with a hearty clap on the shoulder thatnearly upset him. You dont know howbig a favor you Ve done me by finding thatlocket. You re just about the nicest boyI ve come across yet. I 11 have to tellSanta Claus about you. Whats yourname? Willm told him and pointed across to theshop, when asked where he lived. At thestewards high praise Willm was ready totake the Sky Road himself, when he heardthat he was to be reported to the Master ofthe Reindeer as the nicest boy the stewardhad come across. His disappointment van-ished so quickly that he even forgot that hehad been disappointed, and when the stew-ard caught him under the arms and swung 31 MISS SAN
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