She had been very still and thoughtful and this was what she had been thinking.
Sam laughed and said that no one was ever as lucky as that.
"Daddy could wear them," Dot went on. "But maybe they wouldn't be the right size."
Walter, the horse, was walking now and the bells did not jingle. The road was drifted with snow and it was all even a very willing horse could do, to pull a sleigh through them.
It was Bobby's sharp eyes that first spied something square and dark ahead.
"There's a car!" he cried. "And I'll bet it's stuck!"
The horse pricked up his ears and stared steadily, while Sam gave a low whistle.
"Must have been there all night," he said. "There are no tracks through here. I suppose some one gave up the attempt and walked."
When they came up with the car, they found that no one was in it. It was a small closed car and it was stuck in the drifts as Bobby had guessed.
"I'll bet the glove belongs to the man who owns the car," said Meg.