“Oh,” said his father. “That’s a pity. Johnny could have made a sled out of it.” Tommy felt very troubled, and he began to think what he might do.
“If you will give me another, I will give it to Johnny,” he said presently.
“Why, I’ll tell you what I will do,” said his father. “I will furnish the box if you will carry it over to Johnny’s home.”
“All right. I will do it,” said Tommy promptly. So as soon as they reached home Tommy dived down into the basement and soon came out, puffing and blowing, dragging along with him a big box as high as his head.
“I am afraid that is too big for you to carry,” suggested his father.
“Oh, I will make Richard carry it.”
“Richard is my servant, not yours,” said his father. “Besides, you were to carry it yourself.”
“It is too big for me. The snow is too deep.”
“Now, if you had not broken up your sled you might carry it on that,” said his father.
“Yes,” said Tommy sadly. “I wish I had not broken it up. I’ll be bound that I don’t break up the next one I get.”