over in anything, Dot, always pick out a sleigh for the
accident; a motor car can pin you down and a railroad wreck is serious,
but when a sleigh turns over, you just slip out into the snow and
there's nothing to hurt you."

This sounded comforting, but the children agreed that they would rather
not be tipped over.

"I think we'll take this cross road over," said Sam, when they came to
a place where four roads met. "It may be a bit harder going and more
drifts to get through, but we'll save time at that."

"We don't have to save time, do we?" Bobby put in. "We're always
saving time, Sam--at least you are. And I think it would be fun to
drive as much as we want to, just once."

Sam laughed good-naturedly as he turned the horse into the road he had
chosen.

"You'd like a good time to last as long as possible, wouldn't you,
Bobby?" he said. "Well, with all the short cuts and all the time
saving I can do, we won't be home before dark; does that suit you?"

That suited Bobby exactly and he began to whistle.

"Say," Twaddles cried, interrupting the whistling suddenly. "Say, Sam,
I want to get out."

"You do? Why?" asked Sam, without turning his head.

"I saw a glove back there in the road," Twaddles announced. "A nice
glove, Sam, that somebody lost."

Sam said "Whoa!" to the horse and turned to look at Twaddles.

"How far back--a mile?" he asked suspiciously.

"Just a little way," Twaddles replied earnestly. "I want to go get it,
Sam. Please. It's a good glove."

"I suppose it is a worn-out mitten, but this is your trip, partly,"
said Sam, who was kindness itself and usually did all he could to make
the four little Blossoms happy. "So run along, but if you're not back
in an hour I am going on without you."

Twaddles laughed and Bobby helped him down. They watched him running
down the road, a small, sturdy figure, dark against all that whiteness.

"He's got it!" cried Dot, as Twaddles stooped and picked something up.
"Twaddles sees everything!"

Her twin did not run all the way back, because he couldn't. It was
hard going in the snow and his feet slipped. Besides, he was almost
out of breath.

"It's a good glove," the others heard him saying as he came within
speaking distance. "It's a very good glove and somebody lost it."

Bobby and Meg pulled him back into the sleigh and he held out the glove
for them to see. Sam Layton whistled in surprise when he examined it.

"Well, Twaddles, you w