“Look! Look!” she shouted. “Look! Here’s the glove I lost! It was in the snowman all the time!”
The same thought came to Polly and Fred, and they leaped for the fallen snowman’s body.
Fred reached it first, and his shoe hit something that gave back a metallic sound.
He stooped and cleared away some of the slush. Slowly he straightened up, something in his hands.
“It’s the bank!” screamed Margy. “Fred found the bank! Look! Polly! Jess! Ward! Artie! Look! Fred’s found the bank!”
Her excited clamor brought Carrie Pepper from her house. As they crowded around him, Fred saw Carrie come running through the snow.
“So she didn’t know a thing about it,” he thought. “I’m glad I didn’t say anything.”
“Is the money there?” Ward kept asking. “Are the dues inside, Fred?”
Well, the money was safe enough, Fred soon discovered. And Jess’s glove, dried carefully behind the kitchen range, was pronounced as good as new.
While Fred wouldn’t say that good luck had brought the bank back, he said he was willing Jess should say good luck brought back her glove.