roubled, and he began to think what he
might do.

"If you will give me another, I will give it to Johnny," he said
presently.

"Why, I'll tell you what I will do," said his father. "I will furnish
the box if you will carry it over to Johnny's home."

"All right. I will do it," said Tommy promptly. So as soon as they
reached home Tommy dived down into the basement and soon came out,
puffing and blowing, dragging along with him a big box as high as his
head.

"I am afraid that is too big for you to carry," suggested his father.

"Oh, I will make Richard carry it."

"Richard is my servant, not yours," said his father. "Besides, you
were to carry it yourself."

"It is too big for me. The snow is too deep."

"Now, if you had not broken up your sled you might carry it on that,"
said his father.

"Yes," said Tommy sadly. "I wish I had not broken it up. I'll be bound
that I don't break up the next one I get."

"That's a good beginning," said his father. "But wishing alone will
never do anything, not even if you had the magical wishing-cap I read
you about. You must not only wish; you must help yourself. Now, Johnny
would make a sled out of that box."

"I wish I could," said Tommy. "I would try if I had some tools. I wish
I had some tools."

"What tools would you need?"

Tommy thought a minute. "Why, a hammer and some nails."

"A hammer and nails would hardly make a sled by themselves."

"Why, no. I wish I had a saw, too."

"I thought Santa Claus brought you all these tools last Christmas?"
suggested his father.

"He did; but I lost them," said Tommy.

"Did you ever hunt for them?"

"Some. I have hunted for the hammer."

"Well, suppose you hunt again. Look everywhere. If you find any I
might lend you the others. You might look in my lumber room." Tommy
ran off and soon returned with a hammer and some nails which he had
found, and a few minutes later his father brought a saw and a hatchet,
and they selected a good box, which Tommy could drag out, and put it
in the back hall.

"Now," said Tommy, "what shall we do next?"

"That is for you to say," said his father. "Johnny does not ask that
question. He thinks for himself."

"Well, we must knock this box to pieces," said Tommy.

"I think so, too," assented his father. "Very carefully, so as not to
split the boards."

"Yes, very carefully," said Tommy, and he began to hammer. The nails,
however, were in very tight and there was a strip of iron along