d 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."

The children hopped out over the side of the sleigh and pulled out the
sled. It was a good sled, but not new; the paint was worn off it in
patches and one of the runners was a little bent. It had the name in
faint gilt letters across the top, "The King."

"Now what do you know about that?" said Sam. "What shall we do with
the thing? It isn't yours, even if you did find it."

"But let's take it with us," Meg urged. "We can put up signs in the
Fernwood post-office--the way they do in Oak Hill when anything is lost
and found. You know how, Sam?"

"Bring it along, then," yielded Sam. "But after this we can't make any
more stops; we'll be too late to get the freight if we dawdle and that
happens to be what we were sent for."

Bobby lifted the sled into the sleigh and the four children settled
down cozily again, under the warm blankets and robe. Sam did not seem
to be cold--he had heavy gloves and he whistled cheerfully when he
wasn't talking.

They were soon off the cross road and when they turned into the main
highway, the going was much easier. There were many cars and a few
other sleighs on this road and most of them were going toward Fernwood.
The four little Blossoms had been to that town before, with their daddy
in the car, and they knew where the post-office was. Meg wanted to go
there first, but Sam was anxious to reach the freight station.

"Well, let us get out at the post-office," Bobby begged, always eager
to do whatever Meg wanted done. "We can print the signs--or maybe the
post-office man will. Then when you come back we'll be ready to go."

"Will you promise not to go away from the post-office, but wait for me
there?" asked Sam.

The children promised and he stopped the sleigh before the high flight
of steps that led to the post-office. It was a square wooden building
and built on such a tall foundation that it looked as though it stood
on stilts. The fire house was in the basement, but the engine, when
there was a fire, went ou