fast
as anything. I tell you grandpa got a great bargain when he got the
Eastern Mail."

[Illustration: Teddy played nearly every day with his cart.]

"Then you're doing just what grandpa wrote you to do with the cart?"
mother asked.

"What's that? Have a good time with it?" Teddy answered. "I guess I am.
I just wish grandpa could see how many miles that cart goes a day."

"But grandpa wanted you to do something else with it, too," mother
added. "Do you remember about that?"

"No, I don't," Teddy replied slowly. Then after a minute's thought he
exclaimed, "Oh! He said to give somebody else a good time, too, didn't
he, mother?"

Mother nodded.

"But I don't see how I can give anybody else a good time with it except
Mary and Ned, for all the boys have either a cart or a bicycle or
something, so they don't care about playing with mine."

"Well, dear, keep watch and see what else you can do. There may be some
chances to make somebody else happy. Will you take this jelly over to
old Mrs. Atwood, now? She's been sick again."

Teddy started off with the jelly, and in half an hour he came rushing
back with his face beaming.

"Oh, mother," he called. "Mrs. Atwood says that Mrs. Carter will give
her a stove for her sitting room, but she thinks it's going to cost a
lot to get it moved. It's only a little one, and do you s'pose I could
take it over from Mrs. Carter's in my cart?"

"I'm sure you could, if it's not very big," mother answered heartily. "I
guess Mrs. Carter's son would lift it in for you, and we could find some
man to get it out at Mrs. Atwood's."

Teddy ran to the cellar for the Eastern Mail and in a few minutes it was
rattling down the street towards Mrs. Carter's.

"I've come to move that stove over to Mrs. Atwood's," he explained
politely, when Mrs. Carter opened the door.

"Do you think it will go in your cart?" the lady asked in surprise.
"Wait just a minute, and I'll get my son to see if he thinks it can go
in that way."

Rob Carter was as sure as Teddy himself, and in a little while the stove
was aboard, and Teddy was carefully drawing the Eastern Mail to Mrs.
Atwood's, and Rob Carter went along to steady the stove and lift it out
when they got there.

"I can't thank you enough," Mrs. Atwood said when the stove was in
place. "It's helped me a lot to get the stove brought over."

And as the Eastern Mail turned toward home she slipped a couple of
lovely cookies into its owner's hand.