"
"About the sled--it isn't mine," said Mr. Mendam. "I think we'd better
have that on the lost and found board. Do you want to write the
notice?"
"We'd rather you did it," Bobby answered politely. "I can write, but
some folks can't read it."
Mr. Mendam wrote busily on a sheet of paper and then read aloud what he
had written.
"Found--a sled on the Hill Road," he read. "Finder may have same by
describing and making application at the post-office window."
"There--we'll paste that up and the child who is short one sled may see
it and get it back," said Mr. Mendam and he pasted the slip of paper on
the bulletin board which hung over the desk where he had been writing.
"I'm pretty lucky to get my glove back, eh, Carter?" he said to the
clerk. "Would you believe it, I was just going to write out a notice
for the board myself, offering a reward for the return of it. And here
it is placed in my hand. What do you think the reward should be,
Carter?"
"Something pretty handsome, sir," answered the clerk, smiling.
The four little Blossoms looked uncomfortable.
"We don't want any reward, thank you, Mr. Mendam," said Bobby bravely.
"We just found the glove lying in the snow--Twaddles found it."
"But I'd like to do something for you," the stout old gentleman
insisted. "If you won't take a real reward--and I had intended
offering ten dollars for the return of the glove--tell me something I
can do for you.
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