Good-bye
and good luck to your fair."
"Oh, wait!" Dot wailed as Sam drove off. "Wait a minute, Sam; I want
to ask him something!"
CHAPTER XVIII
AT LAST THE FAIR
"We're late now," said the long-suffering Sam. "What do you want to
ask Mr. Mendam, Dot? Hurry up."
Mr. Mendam was still standing on the curb and Dot leaned out of the
sleigh to call to him.
"I wish I could know who the sled belongs to," she said earnestly. "If
a little girl owns it, will you let me know? Or a little boy--please?"
"I'll write you and tell you," Mr. Mendam promised. "Of course you're
interested; I won't forget, Dot."
You see, he knew them quite well by this time--their names and ages and
what they did at home and in school. He was another friend, as Meg
told her mother when she reached home.
Sam said he hoped they could get home without any more exciting events,
and he had his wish. Good old Walter trotted along sedately and the
extra load made the sleigh slip along more evenly. They did not go
through the cross road, but kept to the good roads all the way and
almost before the four little Blossoms knew it, they saw the lights
twinkling from their house.
"Did you eat your candy?" asked Sam as he helped them out, before
driving on to the foundry with the boxes.
"Meg said to save it for Mother and Daddy and Aunt Polly and Norah, so
we did," Bobby explained. "They didn't have any sodas."
You may be sure they had a great deal to tell as soon as they were
inside the house and when Bobby pulled out the money Mr.
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