"This sled," Bobby answered, while the stout old gentleman who was writing at the desk against the wall, looked up. "And a glove," chimed in Twaddles and Dot importantly. "Good gracious!" the stout old gentleman exclaimed and the clerk leaned closer to the window and shouted. "Did you hear that, Mr. Mendam?" he called. "They found a glove--maybe it is the one you lost." "It is, of course it is," Mr. Mendam replied, taking the glove from Twaddles and looking at it closely. "Where did you find it? Good gracious, I never was so pleased--never!" They explained to him where they had found the glove and the stout old gentleman said it was one of a pair his daughter had just given him for his birthday. He was so evidently delighted to have recovered his glove that the four little Blossoms forgot the sled for a moment. Dot was the first to remember. "Did you lose a sled, too?" she asked him eagerly. "Or an automobile?" Twaddles suggested, quite as though people were in the habit of losing their automobiles. "There's one stuck on the road," said Bobby. The post-office clerk laughed and said that wasn't a lost car. "It belongs to Mayor Pace, of Fernwood," he explained. "He couldn't get through last night and he left the car there. His son is going to tow it out this afternoon, I believe." "About the sled--it isn't mine," said Mr. Mendam. "I think we'd better have that on the lost and found board. Do you want to write the notice?" "We'd rather you did it," Bobby answered politely. "I can write, but some folks can't read it." Mr. Mendam wrote busily on a sheet of paper and then read aloud what he had written. "Found--a sled on the Hill Road," he read. "Finder may have same by describing and making application at the post-office window." "There--we'll paste that up and the child who is short one sled may see it and get it back," said Mr. Mendam and he pasted the slip of paper on the bulletin board which hung over the desk where he had been writing. "I'm pretty lucky to get my glove back, eh, Carter?" he said to the clerk. "Would you believe it, I was just going to write out a notice for the board myself, offering a reward for the return of it. And here it is placed in my hand. What do you think the reward should be, Carter?" "Something pretty handsome, sir," answered the clerk, smiling. The four little Blossoms looked uncomfortable. "We don't want any reward, thank you, Mr. Mendam," said Bobby bravely. "We just found the glove lying in the snow--Twaddles found it." "But I'd like to do something for you," the stout old gentleman insisted. "If you won't take a real reward--and I had intended offering ten dollars for the return of the glove--tell me something I can do for you." "There's the fair," whispered Meg, but Mr. Mendam heard her. "Fair?" he said briskly. "What fair? Where? Do you want me to come and buy things? Tell me where it is and I'll come and bring my daughter."