"We thought we could put them on the lost and found board," Meg added.
"What sort of things are they?" asked the clerk kindly.
"This sled," Bobby answered, while the stout old gentleman who was
writing at the desk against the wall, looked up.
"And a glove," chimed in Twaddles and Dot importantly.
"Good gracious!" the stout old gentleman exclaimed and the clerk leaned
closer to the window and shouted.
"Did you hear that, Mr. Mendam?" he called. "They found a glove--maybe
it is the one you lost."
"It is, of course it is," Mr. Mendam replied, taking the glove from
Twaddles and looking at it closely. "Where did you find it? Good
gracious, I never was so pleased--never!"
They explained to him where they had found the glove and the stout old
gentleman said it was one of a pair his daughter had just given him for
his birthday. He was so evidently delighted to have recovered his
glove that the four little Blossoms forgot the sled for a moment. Dot
was the first to remember.
"Did you lose a sled, too?" she asked him eagerly.
"Or an automobile?" Twaddles suggested, quite as though people were in
the habit of losing their automobiles.
"There's one stuck on the road," said Bobby.
The post-office clerk laughed and said that wasn't a lost car.
"It belongs to Mayor Pace, of Fernwood," he explained. "He couldn't
get through last night and he left the car there. His son is going to
tow it out this afternoon, I believe.
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