"There, if you ain’t too tired, you can take one more load to that number, and a merry Christmas to you!" said the stout man, handing over his gift with the promised dollar. "Thank you, sir; good-night," answered Tom, shouldering his last load with a grateful smile, and trying not to look longingly at the poultry; for he had set his heart on at least a skinny bird as a surprise to Kit. Sammy’s adventures that day had been more varied and his efforts more successful, as we shall see, in the end, for Sammy was a most engaging little fellow, and no one could look into his blue eyes without wanting to pat his curly yellow head with one hand while the other gave him something. The cares of life had not lessened his confidence in people; and only the most abandoned ruffians had the heart to deceive or disappoint him. His very tribulations usually led to something pleasant, and whatever happened, sunshiny Sam came right side up, lucky and laughing. Undaunted by the drifts or the cold wind, he marched off with the remains of the old shovel to seek his fortune, and found it at the third house where he called. The first two sidewalks were easy jobs; and he pocketed his ninepences with a growing conviction that this was his chosen work. The third sidewalk was a fine long one, for the house stood on the corner, and two pavements must be cleared. "It ought to be fifty cents; but perhaps they won’t give me so much, I’m such a young one. I’ll show ’em I can work, though, like a man;" and Sammy rang the bell with the energy of a telegraph boy. Before the bell could be answered, a big boy rushed up, exclaiming roughly, "Get out of this! I’m going to have the job. You can’t do it. Start, now, or I’ll chuck you into a snow-bank." "I won’t!" answered Sammy, indignant at the brutal tone and unjust claim. "I got here first, and it’s my job. You let me alone. I ain’t afraid of you or your snow-banks either." The big boy wasted no time in words, for steps were heard inside, but after a brief scuffle hauled Sammy, fighting bravely all the way, down the steps, and tumbled him into a deep drift. Then he ran up the steps, and respectfully asked for the job when a neat maid opened the door. He would have got it if Sam had not roared out, as he floundered in the drift, "I came first. He knocked me down ’cause I ’m the smallest. Please let me do it; please!" Before another word could be said, a little old lady appeared in the hall, trying to look stern, and failing entirely, because she was the picture of a dear fat, cosey grandma. "Send that _bad_ big boy away, Maria, and call in the poor little fellow. I saw the whole thing, and _he_ shall have the job if he can do it."