"Now what do you know about that?" said Sam. "What shall we do with the thing? It isn't yours, even if you did find it." "But let's take it with us," Meg urged. "We can put up signs in the Fernwood post-office--the way they do in Oak Hill when anything is lost and found. You know how, Sam?" "Bring it along, then," yielded Sam. "But after this we can't make any more stops; we'll be too late to get the freight if we dawdle and that happens to be what we were sent for." Bobby lifted the sled into the sleigh and the four children settled down cozily again, under the warm blankets and robe. Sam did not seem to be cold--he had heavy gloves and he whistled cheerfully when he wasn't talking. They were soon off the cross road and when they turned into the main highway, the going was much easier. There were many cars and a few other sleighs on this road and most of them were going toward Fernwood. The four little Blossoms had been to that town before, with their daddy in the car, and they knew where the post-office was. Meg wanted to go there first, but Sam was anxious to reach the freight station. "Well, let us get out at the post-office," Bobby begged, always eager to do whatever Meg wanted done. "We can print the signs--or maybe the post-office man will. Then when you come back we'll be ready to go." "Will you promise not to go away from the post-office, but wait for me there?" asked Sam. The children promised and he stopped the sleigh before the high flight of steps that led to the post-office. It was a square wooden building and built on such a tall foundation that it looked as though it stood on stilts. The fire house was in the basement, but the engine, when there was a fire, went out of a door on the other side. You couldn't expect a fire engine to come out under those wooden steps and turn around to go to the fire. Meg and Bobby carried the sled up the stairs and Twaddles carried the glove. Dot wished she had something to carry, but she found a way to be useful without that; she had to hold the door open for a stout old gentleman who came up directly behind them and who almost was knocked down the steps by the sled runners as Meg and Bobby tried to get it inside the doorway. "Thank you," said the stout old gentleman to Dot as she clung to the heavy door. "You're a thoughtful little girl." Once inside the post-office, the children found that it wasn't exactly like the office at Oak Hill. It was larger and the windows were so far from the floor that the twins couldn't see inside at all and Bobby had to stand on tiptoe to speak to the clerk. "We found some things in the road," said Bobby, holding on to the little window shelf with both hands when the clerk who had heard them come in asked him what he wanted. "We thought we could put them on the lost and found board," Meg added. "What sort of things are they?" asked the clerk kindly.