ere right and I was wrong," he said. "This is a
good glove; it's fur lined and almost new. Somebody is out of
luck--one glove is about as useless as one shoe lace."

"Maybe we'll find the man," Twaddles declared placidly.

"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!" choruse