into the box in the kitchen, and then ran proudly
back with the precious glove. "Here it is."

The boys felt of it, pinched it, tried it on. "It's a dandy. Come on and
catch!" they urged.

"Can't just yet. You can use it till I come." And Ned returned to his
work, while the boys ran off with the glove.

The Three B's met at Ned's house that afternoon. The club always
reported once a week on their success as B's.

[Illustration: Mrs. Brown was just coming in with a pitcher of lemonade.]

"I don't have any chance to be B Number Three," complained Ned, when his
turn came to talk.

Mrs. Brown was just coming in with a pitcher of lemonade. "I know
better, Ned," she said. "How about chopping wood when you wanted to play
ball? That made all three B's this morning--Busy, Bright, and Brave."

"And I know another B Number Three, too," cried Ned Baker. "How about
loaning us your catching glove when you hadn't used it yourself?"

Ned smiled shyly, and B Number Two was written all over his face as he
slowly sipped his lemonade.

TEDDY'S HELPERS

Christmas was near, and there were only a few pennies in Teddy's apple
bank.

"I'm afraid I won't have money enough to buy them, mummie," said Teddy
wistfully. "Won't you--" His eyes looked the question his lips wanted to
ask.

"No, Teddy," said his mother. "For then it would be my present instead
of yours."

"But Arthur's hands get so cold carrying the clothes!" Teddy's eyes fell
to his own hands, which were always snug and warm in their red mittens.
The washerwoman's little boy had no mittens.

"Earn some money, Teddy," suggested his mother.

Teddy's face fell. "How can I?" he said.

"Keep your eyes open and do the thing they tell you to do."

"All right," answered Teddy. "I'll try."

[Illustration: How the snow did fly as he dug and scraped and shoveled!]

At that moment Father Sun, who had been peeping through the window,
slipped behind a cloud.

"Children," he said to the little clouds, "there's a boy down below who
wants to earn money to buy mittens for a boy who hasn't any. I want you
to help him."

"We will, Father Sun," cried the little clouds. Then the sky began to
grow so dark that the earth people looked up and said, "I do believe
it's going to snow!" And it did.

Soon the air was filled with great fluffy, whirling flakes, tumbling
eagerly down to help Teddy.

"Not so close!" cried the first flake as the others came down on top of
him. "We'