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!" chorused all the other Blossoms. "Where is there a sled?"
Dot pointed to a drift at one side of the road. Sure enough, the
runners of a sled were sticking straight out.
"Perhaps there is a little boy in there," Twaddles whispered,
awe-struck, and Sam hooted with laughter.
"No little boy would stay quietly buried in a snow drift, Twaddles,"
said Sam. "But I begin to think this road is bewitched--we seem to be
finding stray belongings every other yard or two.
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