"You believe in luck, don't you?" said Sam, starting the horse on his way again. "That glove must have been dropped from some wagon or car and probably last night. I think we're the first folks through here to-day." Bobby wanted to know how Sam could tell and when it was pointed out to him that there were no tracks through the snow, he understood at once. "Wouldn't it be nice if we found the other glove?" Dot suggested suddenly. She had been very still and thoughtful and this was what she had been thinking. Sam laughed and said that no one was ever as lucky as that. "Daddy could wear them," Dot went on. "But maybe they wouldn't be the right size." Walter, the horse, was walking now and the bells did not jingle. The road was drifted with snow and it was all even a very willing horse could do, to pull a sleigh through them. It was Bobby's sharp eyes that first spied something square and dark ahead. "There's a car!" he cried. "And I'll bet it's stuck!" The horse pricked up his ears and stared steadily, while Sam gave a low whistle. "Must have been there all night," he said. "There are no tracks through here. I suppose some one gave up the attempt and walked." When they came up with the car, they found that no one was in it. It was a small closed car and it was stuck in the drifts as Bobby had guessed. "I'll bet the glove belongs to the man who owns the car," said Meg. "Your mother doesn't like you to say 'I'll bet,'" Sam reminded her. "But perhaps the driver did drop the glove. I'll bet he's wondering where he lost it." The children shouted with laughter and Sam looked bewildered. Bobby explained to him they were laughing because he said "I'll bet." "Well you see, you set me a bad example," said Sam good-naturedly. "You'd better be more careful." "Why don't we tow the car along with us?" Bobby suggested. "One reason, we haven't a rope and another reason, Walt has all he can do to tow us and still another reason is that we don't want to be accused of making off with a stranger's car," said Sam, and stopped for breath. "Well, anyway, there's a sled--we can take that, can't we?" said Dot placidly. CHAPTER XVII MR. MENDAM "Sled!" chorused all the other Blossoms. "Where is there a sled?" Dot pointed to a drift at one side of the road. Sure enough, the runners of a sled were sticking straight out. "Perhaps there is a little boy in there," Twaddles whispered, awe-struck, and Sam hooted with laughter. "No little boy would stay quietly buried in a snow drift, Twaddles," said Sam. "But I begin to think this road is bewitched--we seem to be finding stray belongings every other yard or two." The children hopped out over the side of the sleigh and pulled out the sled. It was a good sled, but not new; the paint was worn off it in patches and one of the runners was a little bent. It had the name in faint gilt letters across the top, "The King."