rattling down the street towards Mrs. Carter's.

"I've come to move that stove over to Mrs. Atwood's," he explained
politely, when Mrs. Carter opened the door.

"Do you think it will go in your cart?" the lady asked in surprise.
"Wait just a minute, and I'll get my son to see if he thinks it can go
in that way."

Rob Carter was as sure as Teddy himself, and in a little while the stove
was aboard, and Teddy was carefully drawing the Eastern Mail to Mrs.
Atwood's, and Rob Carter went along to steady the stove and lift it out
when they got there.

"I can't thank you enough," Mrs. Atwood said when the stove was in
place. "It's helped me a lot to get the stove brought over."

And as the Eastern Mail turned toward home she slipped a couple of
lovely cookies into its owner's hand.




WHY MINNIE COULD NOT SLEEP.


She sat up in bed. The curtain was drawn up and she saw the moon, and it
looked as if it were laughing at her.

"You need not look at me, moon," she said. "You don't know about it; you