, 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. Mendam had
given him, they were all surprised. Instead of one ten dollar bill,
there were two, and Father Blossom said it would pay almost two months
rent for Mrs. Jordan. Mother Blossom was quite willing for them to
keep the money--since it was not for themselves--and she promised to
write Mr. Mendam a note of thanks. She did the very next morning and
it crossed a letter from him to Dot, telling her that the sled had been
claimed by a little girl whose farmer father had let it fall out of his
wagon on the way home from the creamery and never missed it. The
little girl's cousin, who had outgrown the sled, had sent it to her and
she was very glad to have it found.

"Isn't supper ready?" asked Bobby hungrily, when they had told
everything that had happened to them that afternoon.

"Ready and waiting for you," answered his mother. "But first there is
something on the table in the living-room for you to look at. You
especially, Meg."

The twins, who had been prevented from telling only by main force,
rushed in with Meg and Bobby. There on the table, under the light of
the lamp, lay Meg's lost locket!

"Oh, Mother!" shrieked Meg. "Mother! Where did it come from? Who
found it? Where was it? And it isn't hurt a bit, is it?"

"Paul Jordan found it," said Dot, with satisfaction. "And Daddy's
going to give you the reward to give him. It was in the sno