human
There's a car! he cried.
gpt
And I'll bet it's stuck!
human
Must have been there all night, he said.
gpt
There are no tracks through here. I suppose some one gave up the attempt and walked.
human
I'll bet the glove belongs to the man who owns the car,
gpt
Your mother doesn't like you to say 'I'll bet,' Sam reminded her.
human
But perhaps the driver did drop the glove. I'll bet he's wondering where he lost it.
gpt
I'll bet.
human
Well you see, you set me a bad example, said Sam good-naturedly.
gpt
You'd better be more careful.
human
Why don't we tow the car along with us?
gpt
One reason, we haven't a rope and another reason, Walt has all he can do to tow us and still another reason is that we don't want to be accused of making off with a stranger's car,
human
Well, anyway, there's a sled--we can take that, can't we?
gpt
Sled! chorused all the other Blossoms.
human
Where is there a sled?
gpt
Perhaps there is a little boy in there,
human
No little boy would stay quietly buried in a snow drift, Twaddles, said Sam.
gpt
But I begin to think this road is bewitched--we seem to be finding stray belongings every other yard or two.
human
The King.
gpt
Now what do you know about that? said Sam.
human
What shall we do with the thing? It isn't yours, even if you did find it.
gpt
But let's take it with us, Meg urged.
human
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?
gpt
Bring it along, then, yielded Sam.
human
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.