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+Project Gutenberg's The Story of a White Rocking Horse, by Laura Lee Hope
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+Title: The Story of a White Rocking Horse
+
+Author: Laura Lee Hope
+
+Illustrator: Harry L. Smith
+
+Posting Date: September 27, 2012 [EBook #6324]
+Release Date: August, 2004
+First Posted: November 26, 2002
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+Language: English
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+Character set encoding: ASCII
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE STORY OF A WHITE ROCKING HORSE ***
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+Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Charles Franks and the
+Online Distributed Proofreading Team.
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+[Illustration: White Rocking Horse Races With the Elephant on Skates.
+Frontispiece]
+
+MAKE BELIEVE STORIES
+
+THE STORY OF A WHITE ROCKING HORSE
+
+BY
+LAURA LEE HOPE
+
+Author of "The Story of a Sawdust Doll," "The Story of a Bold Tin
+Soldier," "The Bobbsey Twins Series," "The Bunny Brown Series," "The
+Six Little Bunkers Series," Etc.
+
+ILLUSTRATED BY
+HARRY L. SMITH
+
+
+
+BOOKS BY LAURA LEE HOPE
+
+MAKE BELIEVE STORIES
+
+STORY OF A SAWDUST DOLL
+STORY OF A WHITE ROCKING HORSE
+STORY OF A LAMB ON WHEELS
+STORY OF A BOLD TIN SOLDIER
+STORY OF A CANDY RABBIT
+STORY OF A MONKEY ON A STICK
+STORY OF A CALICO CLOWN
+
+THE BOBBSEY TWINS SERIES
+
+THE BOBBSEY TWINS
+THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN THE COUNTRY
+THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT THE SEASHORE
+THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SCHOOL
+THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SNOW LODGE
+THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON A HOUSEBOAT
+THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT MEADOW BROOK
+THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT HOME
+THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN A GREAT CITY
+THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON BLUEBERRY ISLAND
+THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON THE DEEP BLUE SEA
+THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN WASHINGTON
+THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN THE GREAT WEST
+
+THE BUNNY BROWN SERIES
+
+THE SIX LITTLE BUNKERS SERIES
+
+THE OUTDOOR GIRLS SERIES
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+
+CHAPTER
+
+I READY FOR A RACE
+
+II THE RUDE BOY
+
+III A NICE MAN
+
+IV THE SURPRISE
+
+V A NIGHT RIDE
+
+VI THE BROKEN LEG
+
+VII IN THE TOY HOSPITAL
+
+VIII HOME AGAIN
+
+IX TWO BAD MEN
+
+X THE GRASS PARTY
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER I
+
+READY FOR A RACE
+
+
+One by one the lights went out. One by one the shoppers left the toy
+department of the store. One by one the clerks rode down in the
+elevators. At last all was still and quiet and dark--that is, all dark
+except for a small light, so the night-watchman could see his way
+around.
+
+"Now we can have some fun!" cried a voice, and it seemed to come from
+a Calico Clown, lying down in a box next to a Bold Tin Soldier. "Now
+we can really be ourselves, and talk and move about."
+
+"We can, if we are sure there is no one to watch us," bleated a Lamb
+on Wheels, who stood on the floor near a White Rocking Horse. "You
+know, as well as I do, Calico Clown, that we cannot do as we please if
+there are any eyes watching us," said the Lamb.
+
+"No one can see us," said the Bold Tin Soldier. "I am glad the clerks
+and shoppers are gone. It will be some time before the watchman comes
+up here, and my men and I will be glad to move about. All ready
+there!" he called to his soldiers, for he was captain over a brave
+company of tin warriors. "Attention! Stand up straight and get ready
+to march! You have been in your box all day, and now it is time to
+come out!"
+
+It was true; the Bold Tin Soldier and his men had been in a box on the
+toy counter all day. For, as you have been told, the playthings cannot
+make believe come to life nor move about when any human eyes are
+watching them. They must wait until they are alone, which is generally
+after dark. That is why you have never seen your doll or your rocking
+horse moving about by itself.
+
+But now, in the toy store, from which every one had gone, some strange
+things happened. The Calico Clown stood up near the Candy Rabbit and
+looked about. Then the Calico Clown banged together the shiny brass
+cymbals he held in his hands.
+
+"Clang! Bang!" went the cymbals.
+
+"Ha! that sounds like war," cried the Bold Tin Soldier. "Come, my men!
+Forward--march!"
+
+And then and there the tin soldiers, with their captain holding his
+shiny tin sword in his hand, marched out of their box and around the
+toy counter of the big department store.
+
+Yes, I wish you could have seen them; but it isn't allowed, you know.
+Just the very minute the eyes of a boy or a girl, or, for that matter,
+a father or mother or aunt, uncle or cousin--just the very moment any
+one looks, the toys are as still as clothespins.
+
+"Aren't they fine?" cried a Monkey on a Stick, as he scrambled up to
+the very top of his staff, so he might look over the pile of building
+blocks that stood near some picture books. "I wish I were a soldier!"
+
+"Oh, no!" exclaimed a Boy Doll.
+
+"You are funnier as a Monkey," remarked the Calico Clown.
+
+"But I am not as funny as you are," laughed the Monkey. "Tell us a
+joke, that's a good fellow! Tell us something funny, Calico Clown, so
+we may laugh. We have had no fun all day."
+
+"All right," agreed the Calico Clown, with a smile, as he softly
+banged his cymbals together. "I'll see if I can think of a joke."
+
+The Bold Tin Soldier and his men stopped marching to listen to what
+the Calico Clown might say. The Candy Rabbit raised his big ears up
+straighter, so that he would miss nothing. The Lamb on Wheels gave
+herself a shake, seemingly so the kinks would come out of her woolly
+coat, and the Monkey on a Stick swung by his tail.
+
+"Yes, I'll tell you a joke," said the Calico Clown. "It is a sort of
+riddle. Listen, and see if any of you can answer it."
+
+"The Sawdust Doll was very clever at answering riddles," said the Bold
+Tin Soldier. "I wish she were here now."
+
+"But she isn't," said the Candy Rabbit. "I liked that Sawdust Doll
+very much, but she has gone away."
+
+"Yes, some lady bought her for a little girl's birthday," came from
+the Monkey on a Stick. "You are right, Tin Soldier, that doll was very
+clever at answering the riddles the Clown used to ask."
+
+"Well, if you don't all stop talking now, how am I going to tell this
+joke?" asked the Calico Clown crossly. "Now, who is a--"
+
+"I wonder if the Sawdust Doll will come back and see us once again, as
+she did before?" asked the Lamb on Wheels, not paying much attention
+to what the Calico Clown said. "Don't you remember, Tin Soldier, how
+she once came back to us, after she had been sold and taken away?"
+
+"Clang! Bang!" went the cymbals of the Calico Clown.
+
+"What's the matter?" asked the Monkey on a Stick.
+
+"Matter? Matter enough, I should say!" replied the Clown. "Here I am
+asked to tell a funny joke, and none of you will listen. You keep on
+talking about the Sawdust Doll. I liked her as much as any one. But
+she is gone--she was sold away from us. To-morrow some of us may be
+sold, and never see the others again. Let's be gay and jolly while we
+can!"
+
+"That's what I say!" exclaimed the Candy Rabbit. "Really, we are not
+very polite to go on talking when the Calico Clown wants to amuse us
+with one of his famous jokes. We should listen to him."
+
+"You are right!" cried the Bold Tin Soldier. "Come now," he went on,
+as he waved his sword over his head, "I do not want to be cross with
+you, my toy friends, but I command silence! Silence while the Calico
+Clown tells his joke!"
+
+The toys on the counters and shelves settled down and turned their
+eyes toward the Clown in his funny calico suit of many colors.
+
+"I'm sure you will all laugh at this joke!" cried the Calico Clown.
+"It is so funny I have to laugh myself whenever I tell it. Thank you
+for getting them quiet so they can listen to me, Bold Tin Soldier. I
+am glad you are a friend--"
+
+"Say, you'd better tell that joke, if you're going to!" broke in the
+captain. "I don't know how long they'll stay quiet. And I want to
+march around some more before morning comes and we have to stay in our
+box all day. You know it is the Christmas season, and any one of us
+may be bought any day and taken far off. So let us be jolly together
+while we may. All quiet now, for the Calico Clown's joke!"
+
+"Thank you," returned the funny fellow again. "Now, why is it that
+when--"
+
+And just then there was a rumbling, rolling sound on the floor of the
+toy department.
+
+"Dear me!" exclaimed the Candy Rabbit, "can that be the watchman
+coming so soon?"
+
+They all listened, and heard the noise more plainly. It rumbled and
+rolled nearer and nearer.
+
+"Dear me!" said the Calico Clown, "I'm never going to get a chance to
+tell my joke. What is it, Candy Rabbit? Can you see?"
+
+The sweet chap was just going to say he could see nothing, when there
+came a whinny from a big White Rocking Horse standing on the floor
+near a lawn swing.
+
+"Oh, you're here at last, are you?" neighed the White Rocking Horse.
+
+"Yes, I'm here," answered a voice, and with it came again the
+rumbling, rolling sound. "I'm sorry if I am late, but I had to go over
+in the sporting goods section to get a pair to fit me."
+
+"A pair of what to fit who? Who is it?" asked the Monkey on a Stick,
+for he had taken a seat behind a pile of building blocks, and could
+not see very well.
+
+"What's going on here, anyhow?" he asked, as he began to climb up to
+the top of his stick.
+
+Then all the toys looked at the White Rocking Horse, and they saw,
+trundling toward him, an Elephant on roller skates.
+
+"Oh, how funny he looks!" laughed the Calico Clown. "Oh, dear me! This
+is better than any joke I could tell! Oh, how funny!" And the Calico
+Clown doubled up in such a kink of laughter that his cymbals tinkled
+again and again.
+
+"What is so funny?" asked the Elephant on roller skates.
+
+"You are," replied the Clown. "Of course we are glad to see you," he
+added. "And please excuse me for laughing at you. But, really, I
+cannot help it! You do look so funny! I--I never saw an elephant on
+roller skates before."
+
+"And I never before was on roller skates," answered the toy Elephant.
+"I don't believe I'll ever put them on again, either," he said. "But
+when the White Rocking Horse asked me to race with him, that was the
+only way I could think of to make it fair, as he is so much faster
+than I. He said I might put anything I liked on my feet."
+
+"What's this? What's this?" cried the Bold Tin Soldier. "Is there to
+be a race between an Elephant on roller skates and the White Rocking
+Horse?"
+
+"Yes," answered the Horse himself, "we are going to have a little
+race, just for fun, you know. I thought it would be amusing."
+
+"Where are you going to run the race?" asked the Candy Rabbit.
+
+"Down to the elevators and back again," answered the White Rocking
+Horse. "You see, my friends, it came about in this way," he explained.
+"The Elephant was always telling how fast he could run. He said the
+real elephants in the jungle, after whom he is patterned, were swifter
+than horses. I said I did not think so. I told him I could beat him in
+a race, so we agreed to try it some night. I said he could put on
+roller skates if he wished, since I had rockers, like those of a
+chair, fastened on my hoofs."
+
+The White Rocking Horse was a proud fellow, with his long tail and
+mane of real hair. Proudly he held up his head. Proudly he rocked to
+and fro. On his back was a red saddle of real leather.
+
+"Get ready for the race!" called the Calico Clown, clanging his
+cymbals. "This will be real, jolly fun! Ready for the race!"
+
+The Horse and Elephant stood on a line, which was a crack in the
+floor, and they were just going to rush toward the elevators when, all
+of a sudden, the Candy Rabbit cried:
+
+"Hush!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II
+
+THE RUDE BOY
+
+
+Suddenly all the toys, who had been crowding to the edges of the
+shelves and counters to watch the race between the Horse and the
+Elephant, became very quiet. The Candy Rabbit seemed to shrink down
+behind the Monkey on a Stick. The Bold Tin Soldier slipped his sword
+back into its scabbard, and his men lowered their guns. The Calico
+Clown, who had been about to bang his cymbals together, dropped them
+to his sides. The Lamb on Wheels, who had just been going to ask a Rag
+Doll if she did not want to get up on her back, so she might see
+better, rolled herself under the counter, and the White Rocking Horse
+and the Elephant on his roller skates looked around in surprise.
+
+"What's the matter?" neighed the Horse. "Why did you call out for us
+to hush, Candy Rabbit?"
+
+"I thought I heard a noise," was the answer. "Maybe the night watchman
+is coming. If he is, he must never see us at our play. Something
+dreadful would happen, if he did."
+
+"Hush! Not so loud!" whispered the Calico Clown. "What you say is very
+true, Candy Rabbit. We dare not move about or talk if we are looked at
+by human eyes. But I do not think the watchman is coming."
+
+"How can we be sure the watchman is not looking at us?" whispered the
+Monkey on a Stick. "I'd like to see this race."
+
+"So would I," said the Calico Clown. "And there is only one way we can
+be certain the watchman is not here."
+
+"Tell us how!" suggested the Bold Tin Soldier.
+
+"This is the way," answered the Calico Clown. "I will recite that
+funny riddle I started to give you earlier in the evening. If the
+watchman is here he will laugh at it, and then well know he is
+watching us."
+
+"That will be a fine way!" said the Lamb on Wheels. "Go ahead, Calico
+Clown. Tell us the riddle, and we must all listen to see if the
+watchman laughs."
+
+"All right I Here I go!" agreed the Calico Clown. He banged his
+cymbals together and then, in a loud voice, asked: "Why is a basket of
+soap bubbles like a piece of chocolate cake?"
+
+They all listened after the Calico Clown had asked this riddle. But
+there was no laugh. It was as quiet in the toy department as if none
+of the playthings had made believe come to life.
+
+"I guess the watchman isn't there," said the Calico Clown, "or else he
+would have laughed at my riddle."
+
+"Maybe he is waiting for the answer," said the White Rocking Horse. "I
+think that must be it, for I don't see anything very funny in the
+riddle itself. Maybe the watchman is waiting for you to give the
+answer, and then he'll laugh."
+
+"Oh, I'm sure that is it," said the Elephant. "Go ahead, Calico Clown!
+Tell us the answer! Why is a basket of soap bubbles like a piece of
+chocolate cake? If we hear that, maybe we'll laugh, as well as the
+watchman. What's the answer?"
+
+"That's the funny part of it!" said the Calico Clown. "There is no
+answer."
+
+"No answer!" cried the White Rocking Horse. "That's a funny riddle!"
+
+"I knew you'd think it was funny," returned the Calico Clown. "That is
+why I tried so hard to tell it earlier in the evening, to make you all
+jolly. No, there really is no answer. I don't believe a basket full of
+soap bubbles is a bit like a piece of chocolate cake. But I just
+thought I'd ask to see if any of you knew."
+
+He waited a moment, but none of the toys answered.
+
+"And the watchman doesn't seem to know, either," said the Monkey on a
+Stick. "I guess he can't be here, or he would have laughed, Mr. Calico
+Clown."
+
+"I'm sure he would," said the joking chap. "It must be all right. No
+one is looking at us. On with the race!"
+
+"Yes," rumbled the Elephant, away deep down in his trunk, "if we are
+going to have this race let's get it over with. I must go back to my
+place among the camels and lions and tigers before morning."
+
+The Elephant, who had borrowed a pair of roller skates to race with
+the White Rocking Horse, lived in a large Noah's Ark with the other
+animals from the jungle and the desert.
+
+"Get ready now!" cried the Bold Tin Soldier. "On your marks, Horse and
+Elephant! I will have one of my men fire his gun as a signal to start
+the race!"
+
+"Good!" neighed the White Rocking Horse.
+
+Slowly he began to sway back and forth, while the Elephant slid along
+on his roller skates until both animals stood, once more, on the crack
+in the floor. When the Candy Rabbit had cried "Hush!" they had both
+slid back toward the toy counter. Later on the make-believe folk found
+that the noise was caused by a Jack in the Box springing up quickly to
+watch the race.
+
+"Bang!" went a toy pop gun. And then the race began!
+
+And such a race as it was! Across the floor, toward the elevators,
+went the Elephant, gliding along on the roller skates. Back and forth
+swayed the Rocking Horse, and each time he moved he went a little
+faster. His tail and mane streamed out in the air and his red saddle
+of real leather glistened in the light of the one dim electric lamp.
+
+"The Elephant is winning! The Elephant is winning!" cried the Monkey
+on a Stick. He rather favored the Elephant, for, like the big chap,
+the Monkey also had come from a jungle.
+
+"The Horse is going faster!" cried the Bold Tin Soldier. "I'm sure the
+Horse will win the race!" The Tin Captain rather favored the Horse,
+since all soldiers like horses.
+
+"It is too soon, yet, to tell who will win," remarked the Calico
+Clown. "They have to go to the elevators and come back to the starting
+mark--the crack in the floor--before the race is finished. Oh, but
+this is sport!"
+
+The White Rocking Horse and the Elephant, who wore roller skates, were
+close together, making their way as fast as they could toward the
+elevators. This was the half-way mark of the race. The two animals
+must turn around and come back to the toy counter before it would be
+known which was the faster. Just now they seemed to be even.
+
+On and on they raced, faster and faster. If you had been there you
+would have enjoyed it, I am sure. But of course that was not allowed.
+If you had so much as peeped, even with one eye, the toys would
+instantly have become as motionless as the pictures in your spelling
+book.
+
+Back and forth rocked the White Horse. Rumble and roll went the
+Elephant on his skates. They were close to the elevators in about
+three minutes after they had started from the crack mark.
+
+"Now they are going to turn around," whispered the Celluloid Doll, as
+she leaned over the edge of the counter.
+
+"Oh, look!" suddenly called the Monkey on a Stick. "Now the White
+Rocking Horse will win the race!"
+
+As he spoke there came a loud clattering sound down near the
+elevators--the halfway mark of the race. All the toys strained their
+necks to look, and they saw that one of the roller skates had come off
+the Elephant. He had turned too quickly, and had lost a skate.
+
+"Never mind! Go on! Go on!" cried the Elephant, who was quite a
+sporting chap in his own way. "Go on with the race! I can beat you on
+three skates, Mr. Horse!"
+
+"Ho! Ho! We'll see about that!" whinnied the rocking chap, as he made
+the turn and started back.
+
+The two toys were going along as fast as they could, the rumble of the
+rockers on the White Horse mingling with the roll of the skates on the
+Elephant, when, all of a sudden, a brighter light shone in the toy
+department, the tread of footsteps was heard, and the Calico Clown had
+just time to shout:
+
+"The watchman! To your places, every one!"
+
+And instantly the toys were as motionless and quiet as mice. The
+Elephant, even on three skates, had been going so fast that he rolled
+behind a big pillar all covered with red and green tissue paper, with
+which the toy section was decorated. And the White Rocking Horse
+stayed just where he was when the Clown called out. Up among the toy
+counters and shelves came a big man carrying a lantern. He was the
+store watchman, and he went about in the different departments each
+night to see that all was well.
+
+"What's this?" exclaimed the watchman, as he noticed the White Rocking
+Horse near the elevators. "This toy is out of place! He belongs over
+near the counter. Some clerk or customer must have left him here when
+the store closed last night. I'll take him back," and, picking up the
+White Rocking Horse, the watchman carried the toy back to where it
+belonged. And the Horse did not dare give even the smallest kick. He
+dared not show that he had been alive and in a race.
+
+The watchman walked back toward the elevator, and saw the skate that
+had come off the Elephant's foot. He did not see the Elephant who was
+hidden behind the pillar.
+
+"Well, I do declare!" exclaimed the watchman. "The clerks here are
+getting very careless! This roller skate belongs over in the sporting
+section. I'll take it there."
+
+He picked it up and walked away. When he was gone, and the light of
+his lantern no longer gleamed, the Calico Clown slowly raised his
+head.
+
+"Now you can go on with the race," he said.
+
+"No, the race is spoiled for to-night," answered the Horse. "It will
+soon be daylight, and the clerks and shoppers will be coming in."
+
+"Yes, and I would have to go to the other part of the store to get
+back my roller skate," said the Elephant. "I find I cannot get along
+on three. We'll have the race to-morrow night, Mr. Horse."
+
+"That will suit me very well," said the proud, brave steed.
+
+"And now we had all better get quiet," said the Monkey on a Stick. "I
+can see the sun peeping up in the east. Daylight is coming, and we
+dare no longer move about and talk. We have had some fun, but now we
+must get ready to be looked at by the shoppers. Quiet, everybody!"
+
+And, as he spoke, the light suddenly grew stronger in the toy
+department, the clerks presently began coming in, and soon, when the
+sun was a little higher in the sky, the shoppers began arriving.
+
+The White Rocking Horse, proud and stiff, stood near the counter. How
+his red saddle, of real leather, glistened in the light! How fluffy
+were his mane and tail!
+
+Suddenly there came marching down the aisle of the store a boy whose
+feet made a great deal of noise, and who had a loud voice.
+
+"Here's the Rocking Horse I want!" he cried. "I'm going to have this
+one!" And in an instant he had leaped on the back of the White Horse,
+banging his heels on the painted sides and yanking on the leather
+reins.
+
+"Gid-dap! Gid-dap!" cried the rude boy, and he began kicking the White
+Rocking Horse in the ribs.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III
+
+A NICE MAN
+
+
+"Dear me!" thought the White Rocking Horse to himself, as he felt the
+boy banging hard, leather heels into his side. "This is quite
+dreadful! I hope I am not sold to this boy! He would be a very
+unpleasant master to have, I am sure!"
+
+Just because the White Rocking Horse and the other toys could not talk
+and move about when human eyes were watching them, did not stop them
+from thinking things to themselves, or from having feelings. And you
+may be very sure the White Rocking Horse felt that his feelings were
+very much hurt when the boy banged his heels so hard into the sides of
+the steed.
+
+"I certainly hope I am not going to belong to this boy," thought the
+White Rocking Horse, and he looked toward the toy counter. He saw the
+Calico Clown glancing sadly at him, and he noticed the Monkey on a
+Stick making funny faces at the boy.
+
+"I wish I could make that boy come over here and look at me," thought
+the Monkey. "Then he would let my friend, the White Rocking Horse,
+alone."
+
+But the rude boy seemed to like being in the red leather saddle on the
+back of the Rocking Horse.
+
+"Grid-dap! Go 'long there!" cried the boy, and again he clapped his
+heels against the wooden sides of the Horse, chipping off bits of
+paint. With his hands the boy yanked on the reins until he nearly
+pulled them off the head of the White Rocking Horse.
+
+A young lady clerk, who worked In the toy department, came along just
+then.
+
+"Please do not be so rough on the Horse, little boy," she said in a
+gentle voice.
+
+"I'm going to have this Horse!" shouted the rude boy, as he rocked to
+and fro. "I'm going to make my mother buy him for me for Christmas. Go
+'long! Gid-dap!"
+
+"Oh, I never could stand belonging to this boy!" thought the poor
+White Rocking Horse. "I should want to run away!"
+
+While the unpleasant boy was still in the saddle, swaying to and fro
+and banging his heels, a lady came walking down the aisle of the toy
+department.
+
+"Here's the Horse I want!" the boy cried to her. "He's a dandy! He has
+real hair in his tail and mane, and the saddle is real leather! Buy me
+this Horse!"
+
+"No, Reginald, I cannot buy you this Horse," said the lady. "It costs
+too much, and you have a rocking horse at home now."
+
+"Yes, but that one has no ears, his leg is broken, and he has no
+saddle or bridle," cried the boy. "I want this horse!"
+
+"Your horse was as good as this one when it was new," said the boy's
+mother. "If you had taken care of it, it would be a good horse yet."
+
+"Well, I couldn't help it 'cause his ears pulled off! I wanted him to
+stop rocking and he wouldn't!" grumbled the rude boy. "I had to pull
+his ears!"
+
+"Gracious! Think of pulling off the ears of a rocking horse because he
+wouldn't stay quiet!" said the Bold Tin Soldier to himself. "I hope
+our White Horse doesn't get this boy for a master."
+
+"I want this Horse! I want this one!" cried the boy, again banging his
+heels on the side of the toy.
+
+"No, Reginald, you cannot have it," said his mother,
+
+"Then I want this Calico Clown!" the boy exclaimed, jumping off the
+horse so quickly that the toy animal would have been knocked over,
+only the young lady clerk caught it and held it upright.
+
+The boy caught the Clown up in his hands, and began punching the toy
+in the chest to make the cymbals bang together.
+
+"Dear me, what a dreadful chap this boy is!" thought the Calico Clown.
+"So rough!"
+
+As for the White Rocking Horse, he began to feel better as soon as the
+boy was out of the saddle. True, his wooden sides were somewhat
+dented, but the young lady clerk said to her friend at the doll
+counter:
+
+"I'll get a little oil and rub the spots out. They won't show, and the
+Horse will be as good as ever. It's a shame such boys are allowed in
+the toy department."
+
+"Buy me this Calico Clown!" cried the boy, who was punching the gaily
+dressed toy, and making the cymbals clang. "I want this, if I can't
+have the Rocking Horse!"
+
+"No, you can't have anything until Christmas," said his mother. "Put
+it back, Reginald!"
+
+The boy frowned and tossed the Calico Clown back on the counter so
+hard one of the cymbals struck the Candy Rabbit and chipped a little
+piece of sugar off one ear.
+
+And all the toys were glad when the boy's mother finally took him
+away.
+
+"I must get you a pair of shoes, Reginald," she said.
+
+"I hope she gets him a pair that pinches his toes!" thought the Bold
+Tin Soldier. "Such boys should be taught not to break toys, and they
+never, never should be allowed to pull the ears off a rocking horse."
+
+And if the White Rocking Horse could have spoken, he would have said
+the same thing, I am sure.
+
+Other boys came in to try the White Rocking Horse, and they were all
+good boys. They took their place in the red saddle very quietly, and
+did not bang with their heels. Nor did they yank and seesaw on the
+reins that were fastened on the head of the Rocking Horse.
+
+"I would rather belong to two, or even three, of these good, kind
+boys, than to that one rude chap," said the White Rocking Horse to
+himself, as he swayed backward and forward on the floor in the toy
+department. He and the Lamb on Wheels were too large to be set on the
+counter with the Calico Clown, the Monkey on a Stick, the Candy Rabbit
+and the Bold Tin Soldier and other smaller toys.
+
+Slowly the day passed, and night was again coming on. Lights began to
+glow, for the days were short and evening came quickly--even before
+the store was closed.
+
+"I wonder if the Rocking Horse and the Elephant will finish their race
+tonight?" thought the Bold Tin Soldier, as he felt himself being taken
+out of his box to be looked at by a lady who was doing her Christmas
+shopping.
+
+It was almost closing time in the store when the White Rocking Horse,
+who felt much better since his sides had been rubbed with oil, heard a
+gentleman's voice speaking near him.
+
+"This is about what I want for Dick's Christmas," said the man to the
+young lady clerk. "Is this a good Rocking Horse?"
+
+"The best in the store; yes, sir," was the answer. "The tail and mane
+are real hair, and the saddle and bridle are real leather. The
+rockers, too, are nice and smooth, so the Horse will go fast."
+
+"Well, I don't want it to go too fast," said the man, smiling down at
+the White Rocking Horse as he patted its neck, "My son Dick is too
+small to ride even a rocking horse very fast. I think, though, that I
+will have Santa Claus bring him this one. And, as it is so near
+Christmas, and as you are so very busy, if you will have this wrapped
+up for me, I will take it home in my auto. I will help Santa Claus
+that much."
+
+"I'm sure he'll be glad to have you help him," replied the young lady,
+with a smile. "And I hope Dick will like this Horse. I am glad our
+Horse is going to a boy who will be kind to him."
+
+"Oh, Dick takes good care of his toys," said the man.
+
+"Well, thank goodness for that!" thought the White Rocking Horse. "Now
+like the Sawdust Doll, my adventures are going to start."
+
+And, if you will turn to the next chapter, you may read what happened.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV
+
+THE SURPRISE
+
+
+Through all this talk between the young lady of the store and the
+father who was buying something for his son's Christmas, to help busy
+Santa Claus, the White Rocking Horse never said a word. But he was
+doing as much thinking as a wooden horse ever did; I am sure of that.
+
+"I'll get some big sheets of paper and wrap the horse up for you,"
+said the young lady clerk to the man. "Are you sure you can get him in
+your auto?"
+
+"Oh, yes," the man answered. "I have plenty of room. There will be no
+one in the car but the horse and myself. We shall have a nice ride
+together. It will seem rather funny to be giving a horse a ride in an
+automobile. I have often seen a horse pull a broken or stalled
+automobile along the street, but I never saw a horse in an auto
+before," he said.
+
+"And I never did, either," replied the young lady, with a laugh, as
+she went to get the wrapping paper. "But then you know," she added,
+"this is not a regular horse."
+
+"No, he is a rocking chap," said the man. Then he turned to another
+part of the toy department.
+
+And as the young lady clerk was gone to get the paper and as the man
+was around the corner, over near the table where the checkers and
+dominoes were arranged in piles, the toys about which I have been
+telling you were left to themselves for a moment. And, of course, as
+there was no one to see them, they could move about and talk, if they
+wished. And they certainly did.
+
+"Where do you suppose you are going?" asked the Calico Clown of the
+
+White Rocking Horse.
+
+"I haven't the least idea," was the answer. "But I know one thing: I
+am very sorry to leave you, my friends. We have had some jolly times
+together. Only think--last night the Elephant and I were having a
+friendly race!"
+
+"Yes, and I wish I could have seen the finish of it," said the Bold
+Tin Soldier. "I am sure you would have won. A Rocking Horse is always
+faster than an Elephant."
+
+"I am not so sure about that," said the Monkey on a Stick. "I believe
+the Elephant would have beaten."
+
+"Well, we can't have the race now, that's sure," neighed the Horse. "I
+shall soon be leaving you."
+
+"Maybe I could race with the Elephant," suggested the woolly Lamb. "I
+have wheels on, and if the Elephant wears his roller skates that will
+make us both even. We could have the race to-night, perhaps."
+
+"Well, I hope you have jolly times when I am gone," said the White
+Rocking Horse. "Try to amuse yourselves."
+
+"We will," answered the Calico Clown. "But perhaps you will come back
+to see us, as the Sawdust Doll once did."
+
+"I'm afraid not," neighed the Horse. "You see, the Sawdust Doll came
+back because the little girl, whose mother bought the toy, carried the
+Doll in her arms. But I am too big to be carried in a boy's arms."
+
+"Yes, that is so," agreed the Bold Tin Soldier. "Horses have to travel
+along by themselves, or else ride in autos. But perhaps, my dear
+friend, you may get a chance to gallop back here to see us some
+night."
+
+"I should like to," the White Rocking Horse said; "but I don't see how
+it can be done. Some one would be sure to be looking."
+
+"Hush! Quiet, everybody!" whispered the Calico Clown. "The man is
+coming back!"
+
+And back he came, having finished looking at the checkers and
+dominoes. The young lady clerk also returned, with some large sheets
+of wrapping paper and a ball of string.
+
+The toys could talk among themselves no longer, but of course they
+could still think, and each one who was to be left behind thought how
+lonesome it would be with the White Rocking Horse gone.
+
+As for that wonderful chap, he was soon covered from the sight of his
+friends in the wrappings of paper. One sheet was put over his head, so
+he could see nothing more. Then his body and legs were wrapped in
+other papers, and the red saddle and bridle of real leather were
+covered up, as were the mane and tail of real hair.
+
+"There, I think he will ride very nicely in my auto now," said the
+man, as he paid the clerk for the White Rocking Horse. Then the man
+carried the Horse down in the elevator.
+
+At first it made the White Rocking Horse a little dizzy to be carried
+down in the elevator. He had not ridden in one for a long time--not
+since he was first brought to the big store from the Land of the North
+Pole, where he had been made in the work-shop of Santa Claus. Then the
+White Rocking Horse had been carried up to the toy department in a big
+freight elevator, with many others like himself. But that freight
+elevator went more slowly than the passenger one in which the man now
+carried down his boy's Christmas present, thus helping St. Nicholas,
+who was to be very busy that year.
+
+As the man went outside the store with his bundle the White Rocking
+Horse felt a cold chill run over him. He was so used to the warm store
+that he had forgotten the cold weather outside. It was snowing, too,
+and one or two white flakes sifted in through cracks of the wrapping
+paper, and fell on the Horse.
+
+"Well, this is certainly a strange adventure," thought the White
+Horse; "being carried along this way, out into a storm. I wonder what
+will happen next?"
+
+And the next he knew he was put in the back of an automobile and away
+he rode, faster than he ever could have traveled by himself--faster
+even than he had gone while racing with the Elephant on roller skates.
+
+The ride in the automobile through the snow made the White Rocking
+Horse rather sleepy, so he really did not know much about what
+happened on his trip through the storm. All he remembered was that he
+went quite fast and at last the car stopped.
+
+Then he felt himself being lifted out of the automobile, and he heard
+voices.
+
+"Is Dick out of the way?" the man asked.
+
+"Yes, he and Dorothy are up in the playroom," was the answer in a
+lady's voice. "You can carry the Horse right up to the attic. He can
+stay there until Santa Claus is ready to put him under the Christmas
+tree."
+
+"All right," said the man. "As long as Dick and Dorothy are out of the
+way I'll bring the Horse in. I don't want them to see it until
+Christmas."
+
+"Dorothy! Dorothy!" thought the Horse to himself. "Where have I heard
+that name before? I guess some little girl who was called that must
+have come to the toy department at one time or another. Well, now to
+see what happens next!"
+
+He felt himself being carried along. Dimly he saw lights, and he felt
+that he was in a warm place--as warm as the store had been. Then,
+suddenly, the wrapping papers were taken off him.
+
+"Oh, what a beautiful Rocking Horse!" exclaimed the lady. "I am sure
+Dick will be pleased. It's the same one I saw in the store. I am glad
+you got that one!"
+
+Now the White Rocking Horse was still rather dazed and still rather
+sleepy from his ride in the cold. Or else perhaps he would have been
+prepared for the surprise in store for him. Dimly he seemed to
+remember having heard that lady's voice before, and dimly he recalled
+having seen her before.
+
+Then, when his wrapping papers had been taken off, he was set down on
+the floor near a warm chimney in rather a bare and cheerless attic,
+and left to himself in the darkness.
+
+But the White Rocking Horse could see in the dark. And when he knew
+that no human eyes were watching him he spoke, in the make-believe
+language of toy land.
+
+"Is any one here--any toy to whom I can talk, and with whom I can have
+a little fun?" asked the White Horse out loud.
+
+There was no answer for a moment, and then a voice said:
+
+"You can talk to me, if you like, but it has been many years since I
+have had any fun. I am old and broken and covered with dust."
+
+"Who are you?" asked the White Horse.
+
+"I am an old Jumping Jack," was the answer. "Here I am, over by the
+chimney."
+
+"Oh, now I see you!" said the Horse. "But what is the matter? Are you
+so very old?"
+
+"Oh, yes, I am almost five Christmases old," was the answer. "My two
+legs are broken, and one of my arms, and the spring by which I used to
+jump is all worn out. So, as I am no longer of any use in this world,
+I am in the Attic Home. That is the last resting place of broken toys,
+you know."
+
+"I have heard of it," said the Rocking Horse rather sadly. "I hope I
+am not kept here."
+
+"Indeed you will not be," said the old Jumping Jack. "You are new, and
+are going to enjoy your first Christmas! Ah, how well I remember that!
+But there is no use worrying. I had some good times, I once made a
+little boy happy, and now I am content to stay here in the dust and
+darkness. I shall be glad to know that you are going to have a jolly
+time."
+
+"Thank you," said the White Rocking Horse.
+
+Then he and the old Jumping Jack talked together for some hours in the
+attic. All the next day they were together, and the White Rocking
+Horse told how he had once lived in a big department store, and how he
+had been given a ride in an automobile. And the Jumping Jack told his
+story, how he used to leap about and cut funny capers.
+
+The next night, after dark, a light was seen gleaming in the attic.
+The White Rocking Horse and the Jumping Jack had just begun to talk
+together, and the Horse was showing his friend how fast he could rock,
+when they had to stop, because the man came up. The lady was with him.
+
+"Dick and Dorothy are asleep now," said the lady. "We can take the
+Rocking Horse down, and leave him for Santa Claus to put under the big
+Christmas tree."
+
+"Yes, we can do that," the man said. "And here is an old Jumping Jack.
+It is broken, but the paint on it is still gay. I'll dust it off and
+take it down for the Christmas tree. It will make it look more jolly."
+And to his own great surprise the Jack was taken down with the White
+Rocking Horse.
+
+As for the Rocking Horse, so many things happened at once that he
+hardly knew where one began and the other left off. He saw some
+gleaming lights and red, blue, green and golden-yellow balls that
+seemed brighter than the sun. He saw a big, green tree. He saw many
+toys scattered under it. And one, in particular, made him open his
+eyes in wonder.
+
+For there, sitting on the carpet near him, was the Sawdust Doll! The
+very-same Sawdust Doll who had lived in the toy store with him!
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V
+
+A NIGHT RIDE
+
+
+The White Rocking Horse wanted to gallop across the room and back,
+because he felt so happy at seeing the Sawdust Doll again. As for the
+Sawdust Doll, she wanted to stand up and clap her hands, as the Calico
+Clown used to clap his cymbals together. But neither of the toys dared
+do anything, because, in the same room with them, were the father and
+mother of Dick and Dorothy. And the toys, as I told you, never moved
+or spoke when any one was near them.
+
+"The old Jumping Jack looks well on the Christmas tree," said the
+lady, as she smoothed out the dress of the Sawdust Doll.
+
+"Yes, I'm glad we brought him down out of the attic, poor fellow,"
+replied the man, as he rocked the Horse slowly to and fro, to make
+sure he was in a good place. "I wonder if these toys ever know or care
+what joy they give to the children?" he asked.
+
+"Oh, I think they do," said Dorothy's mother. "Do you know," she went
+on with a little laugh, "sometimes I think the toys are really alive,
+and can talk among themselves, and do things."
+
+"What nonsense!" laughed the man. "Do you think this Rocking Horse can
+come to life?" and he patted our toy friend.
+
+"Well, maybe not exactly come to life," answered his wife. "But I am
+sure they must have good times when we aren't looking. See that
+Sawdust Doll! Why, I really think she is looking at the Rocking Horse
+as if she knew him! And you know they did come from the same store."
+
+"Well, I think everything is ready now for Santa Claus," said the man.
+"We will leave the rest of the tree to him. It will soon be Christmas
+morning. Let us go out and leave the toys to themselves. Perhaps they
+will really have a good time, as you think."
+
+"I am sure they will," the lady said, laughing softly.
+
+Then the door was shut and of course you can guess what happened when
+no human eyes were there to watch the White Rocking Horse and Sawdust
+Doll.
+
+The Doll was the first to speak.
+
+"Oh, how glad I am to see you!" she said, as she stood up on her
+sawdust-stuffed legs and looked at the Horse high above her head. "You
+can't imagine how glad I am!"
+
+"And I am glad to see you," neighed the Horse. "I never dreamed I
+should be brought to the house where you were. Tell me, are you to be
+a Christmas present, too?"
+
+"No, I was bought for Dorothy's birthday," was the answer. "Don't you
+remember? I left the store some weeks ago. But Dorothy wanted me put
+under the Christmas tree with the other presents Santa Claus is to
+bring to her and Dick. But you are a Christmas present, I know."
+
+"Yes, I am," said the White Rocking Horse. "Real jolly, I call it! I
+never saw a Christmas tree before."
+
+"You haven't really seen this one yet," went on the Sawdust Doll. "Has
+he, Jumping Jack?" she asked.
+
+"Indeed I should say not," was the reply. "It has not been lighted as
+yet. I well remember the first Christmas tree I was put on. I was a
+gay, jumping chap then. My spring wasn't broken. But I am not going to
+talk about that. This is no time for sadness. Only, when the tree is
+lighted to-morrow night, Rocking Horse, you will see something very
+pretty. Will he not, Sawdust Doll?"
+
+"He certainly will! And now, please tell me about my friends in the
+store," she begged. "How are the Bold Tin Soldier and the Calico
+Clown?"
+
+
+"Each sent you his love," said the White Horse. "And the Candy Rabbit,
+the Lamb on Wheels and the Monkey on a Stick--each and every one
+wanted to be remembered to you."
+
+"That was very kind of them, I'm sure," said the Sawdust Doll. "But
+tell me--have you had any fun since I left?"
+
+"Oh, a little," was the answer. "Only last night the Elephant, who
+borrowed some roller skates, started to race with me," said the
+Rocking Horse. "We got as far as the elevators, but one of his skates
+came off. We started back and then the watchman came in and spoiled
+the fun."
+
+"What a shame!" cried the Sawdust Doll. "I wish I had been there to
+see. But I am so glad you have come to live here."
+
+"Is it a nice place?" asked the Horse.
+
+"Oh, the very nicest!" exclaimed the Sawdust Doll. "Dorothy is such a
+kind mistress to me. And you will find her brother Dick a kind master,
+too. I suppose you are going to belong to him."
+
+"Well, I haven't really heard much about it," said the Horse. "A
+number of boys came into the store and tried to ride me. One gave me
+some hard kicks in my side--so hard that I was afraid all my paint
+would come off. But a girl in the store oiled me, and I am all right
+again. I think I remember Dick."
+
+"Yes, he was in the store once, when Dorothy's mother brought her
+little girl in to look at dolls, and I was the one the mother picked
+out because I had such brown eyes."
+
+"_Nice_ brown eyes, I think she said," cried the Rocking Horse.
+
+"Well, of course it would not do for me to say that," said the Sawdust
+Doll, smiling. "At any rate, here we two are, together, and in a happy
+home, and I am glad of it."
+
+"So am I," the Rocking Horse said.
+
+[Illustration: White Rocking Horse is Glad to See Sawdust Doll Again.]
+
+"And I am, too," came from the Jumping Jack. "If it had not been for
+you, my rocking friend," he went on, "I might be still dust-covered
+and in the attic." So the toys under the Christmas tree talked among
+themselves and even moved about a little, but not too much, for they
+could not tell at what moment some one might come in.
+
+And in the night Christmas came. The toys under the tree knew it just
+as well as if they had been real persons. They knew Santa Claus a
+great deal better than most real persons, too, having been made in the
+North Pole shop of St. Nicholas.
+
+"Well, you will soon have Dick riding on your back," said the Sawdust
+Doll to the Rocking Horse as, together, they waited beneath the green
+tree. "I can see the morning light coming over the hills. And I heard
+Dorothy and Dick saying yesterday that they were going to get up, even
+before the sun, to see what Santa Claus had brought them."
+
+"He certainly brought them a fine lot of presents," remarked the
+Jumping Jack, in a sort of rusty, squeaking voice. "I hope--"
+
+"Hush! Here they come, now!" whispered the Sawdust Doll.
+
+The door opened. In rushed two happy, laughing, shouting children.
+
+"Merry Christmas!" cried Dorothy.
+
+"Merry Christmas!" echoed Dick.
+
+"Oh, here is the set of dishes I wanted!" Dorothy exclaimed.
+
+"And here is my White Rocking Horse!" shouted Dick. "Oh, it's just the
+very one I hoped I'd get! Oh, what a dandy!"
+
+With a leap he was up on the red saddle and grasping the red reins in
+his hands.
+
+"Gid-dap!" cried the boy, and he beat a tattoo on the sides of the
+horse with his feet. But as Dick had on soft slippers, he did not hurt
+the White Rocking Horse in the least, nor did he chip off any paint.
+"Here I go! Here I go!" shouted Dick. "Oh, what a fine horse!"
+
+"He's lovely, Dick," said his sister.
+
+"Merry Christmas, children!" said Mother, as she came in to see the
+Christmas tree.
+
+"Merry Christmas!" they answered. "See what you have, Mother!"
+
+And there were presents for her and for Daddy also, under the tree.
+And Daddy came downstairs, rubbing his eyes and saying:
+
+"Merry Christmas!"
+
+The White Rocking Horse felt very happy and so did the Sawdust Doll,
+and even the Jumping Jack was as jolly as the rest.
+
+"You may have a ride on my horse if you want to, Dorothy," said Dick,
+as he slowly brought his steed to a stop.
+
+"Thank you," answered his sister. "And when I have a play party with
+my new Christmas dishes you may come and have some cake."
+
+And so Christmas came and brought happiness with it to Dick and
+Dorothy and also to the White Rocking Horse and the Sawdust Doll. For
+the toys were in a fine house and had a kind master and mistress. And
+that means more than you think to toys.
+
+I cannot begin to tell you all that happened this Christmas Day. Boy
+and girl playmates of Dorothy and Dick came over to see what Santa
+Claus had brought their friends, and the visitors showed their own
+presents. Among the callers were Mirabell and Arnold, the boy and girl
+who lived next door.
+
+"Oh, what nice things you have!" said Mirabell. "I got nice presents,
+too. I wanted a Lamb on Wheels, such as I once saw in the store, but I
+have so many things I don't exactly need that now. Maybe I'll get one
+later on."
+
+"And I wanted a Bold Tin Soldier," said Arnold, her brother. "But I
+have a pop gun and a drum, and I'll wait until my birthday for the
+soldier."
+
+The children had jolly Christmas fun, and at night the tree was
+lighted.
+
+"Oh, what a beautiful sight!" said the White Rocking Horse to the
+Sawdust Doll, when they were alone in the room for a moment and could
+talk without being overheard.
+
+"I told you that you'd see something wonderful," said the old Jumping
+Jack.
+
+"You were right," said the Rocking Horse. "It is beautiful!"
+
+The fun of Christmas night was as jolly as that during the day, but at
+last Mother said:
+
+"Come now, children, it is time to go to sleep. You may play with your
+White Rocking Horse to-morrow, Dick. And you may have a play party for
+your Sawdust Doll, Dorothy."
+
+And, very happy indeed, brother and sister went to bed.
+
+It became very still and quiet and dark in the house. It was like the
+hour in the department store when there is no one to see the toys.
+
+"Now I can move about," said the White Rocking Horse, who had been
+taken up to Dick's room. "I wish I could see the Sawdust Doll and have
+a talk with her."
+
+"She is in Dorothy's room," said an old Driver, who had once sat on a
+tin express wagon. "Dorothy always takes her doll to bed with her."
+
+"Then I think I'll go in and see my friend," said the Horse. "I can
+gallop softly down the hall and into Dorothy's room. As long as no one
+sees me I am allowed to move about."
+
+"Yes, go ahead," said the Driver. "I'd go with you if I still had my
+wagon. Go and see the Sawdust Doll."
+
+So rocking softly over the thick carpet, and making no noise, the
+White Horse made his way out of Dick's room, down the hall, and
+straight to where Dorothy was sleeping with the Sawdust Doll on the
+pillow beside her.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI
+
+THE BROKEN LEG
+
+
+The White Rocking Horse stopped in the hall outside of Dorothy's room.
+The door was open, and in the dim glow of a night-light the Horse
+could see the Sawdust Doll on the bed.
+
+"Hi there! Hist! Come on out here and have a talk!" called the Rocking
+Horse.
+
+"What's that? Who is calling me?" asked the Sawdust Doll, for she had
+fallen asleep, being rather tired from having had so much Christmas
+fun that day.
+
+"I am calling you," answered the White Rocking Horse. "Come on out
+into the hall. I don't want to come in, for fear some one might come
+along. And it would never do to let it be known that we toys can move
+and talk when no one sees us."
+
+"Indeed, no; never!" exclaimed the Sawdust Doll. "Wait a minute and
+I'll come out to you. As you say, it would not do to be caught. I'll
+slip down and come out."
+
+The White Rocking Horse waited in the hall. Soon he heard a little
+thud on the carpet. That was the Sawdust Doll sliding down out of
+Dorothy's bed to the floor. A moment later she stood beside the
+Rocking Horse in the hall.
+
+"I hope you won't take cold," said the Horse softly. "It is breezy in
+this hall."
+
+"Oh, no, I have a nice little warm shawl Dorothy made for me,"
+answered the Sawdust Doll. "Thank you for thinking of me, though."
+
+"Well, you see I want to be able to take a good report of you back to
+your friends in the toy store," neighed the Horse.
+
+"Do you think you will ever get back there again?" the Doll asked, as
+she snuggled up in a corner, wrapping the shawl around her.
+
+"I don't know," the Horse replied. "Of course I could rock back to the
+store if no one saw me, but it is a long way, and if I went through
+the streets I'd almost certainly be seen."
+
+"I think so, too," said the Doll. "I'm afraid we shall just have to
+stay here together the rest of our lives."
+
+"Well, I like it in this house since you are here," said the Horse.
+"And who knows, perhaps some of the other toys may join us here on
+some future Christmas or birthday."
+
+"Wouldn't that be fine!" exclaimed the Doll, clapping her hands. "I'd
+dearly love to see the Bold Tin Soldier again, and the Calico Clown,
+the Lamb on Wheels, the Candy Rabbit and the Monkey on a Stick."
+
+"I'd like to finish the race with the Elephant on his roller skates,"
+said the Horse, laughing softly. "But I don't suppose I ever shall. He
+did look so funny when one skate came off!"
+
+"I wish I had been there to see," said the Sawdust Doll. "Now tell me
+all that happened in the store after I left."
+
+So the Horse told of the different happenings, how sometimes rough
+boys ran in and jumped on his back, and how one unpleasant chap
+punched the Calico Clown so hard that the cymbals were nearly broken,
+and how the Candy Rabbit had a bit of sugar chipped from one ear.
+
+"Dear me! How exciting!" cried the Sawdust Doll.
+
+"And now tell me about yourself," urged the White Rocking Horse. "Have
+you had any adventures??"
+
+"Oh, I should say I had! Yes, indeed!" was the answer. "Did I tell you
+about the time Dick ran over me with the rocking chair, pretending it
+was a Horse like you? My sawdust ran out of a hole in my side, and I
+fainted!"
+
+"No! Really? Did you?"
+
+"Indeed I did. It was the strangest feeling!"
+
+"But I should think, if all your sawdust ran out--and, really, how
+terrible that must have been--you wouldn't be here any more," said the
+Horse.
+
+"Oh, it didn't _all_ run out!" the Doll answered. "Dorothy's father
+hurried to the carpenter shop and got more sawdust, and Dorothy's
+mother sewed it, up in me so I was all right again."
+
+"I'm glad of that," remarked the White Rocking Horse.
+
+"So am I," said the Doll. "But do you know, since then, I have not
+been quite the same."
+
+"In what way?" asked the White Rocking Horse.
+
+"Well, I seem to have a little indigestion," went on the Sawdust Doll.
+"I think the carpenter shop sawdust they stuffed into me was not the
+same kind that was put in me when I was made in the North Pole shop of
+Santa Claus."
+
+"Very likely not," agreed the Horse. "All sawdust is not alike. But
+still you are looking rather well."
+
+"I am glad you think so," remarked the Doll. "But now let us talk of
+something pleasant. Tell me, again, about the race you had with the
+Elephant on his roller skates."
+
+So the White Horse did, but as you know as much of that funny race as
+I do, there is no need of putting it in here again.
+
+So the two friends talked together in the hall until, all of a sudden,
+the Doll exclaimed:
+
+"Oh, it is getting daylight! We must go back to our places--you to
+Dick's room and I to Dorothy's. Quick!"
+
+The White Rocking Horse galloped back down the hall, and the Doll made
+her way into the room of the little girl whose birthday present she
+was.
+
+Now whether the carpenter shop sawdust was not the right kind to
+enable the Doll to move quickly enough, and whether the oil the clerk
+had rubbed on the side of the Horse made him a bit slow and slippery,
+I cannot say. Anyhow, daylight suddenly broke just as the Doll reached
+the side of Dorothy's bed, and before she had time to climb up into it
+by taking hold of the blankets.
+
+As for the Horse, he was only half way inside Dick's room when the sun
+came up and awakened both children. And of course, their eyes being
+open, Dorothy looking at her Doll and Dick at his Horse, neither toy
+dared move.
+
+"Oh! Oh!" cried Dick, when he saw that his White Rocking Horse was on
+the other side of the room from where he had left it when he went to
+sleep the night before. "Oh! Oh! Some one had my Horse!"
+
+"What makes you think so?" asked his father, coming in to see what
+Dick was shouting about.
+
+"Because he's moved," the little boy answered. "My Rocking Horse has
+moved!"
+
+"I guess the wind blew him," said Daddy. "The wind from your open
+window blew on the horse, made him rock to and fro, and he moved in
+that way."
+
+But Dick shook his head.
+
+"Either my Horse moved by himself in the night when I was asleep," he
+said, "or else somebody was riding him."
+
+And when Dorothy awakened and saw her Doll lying on the carpet just
+under the edge of the bed, the little girl cried out, as Dick had
+done:
+
+"Oh! Oh! Oh!"
+
+"What's the matter?" asked Mother, hurrying in.
+
+"Somebody took my Doll out of bed, or else she got out herself in the
+night!" said Dorothy.
+
+"She probably fell out," said Mother, with a laugh. "The Doll couldn't
+get out herself, and no one has been in your room."
+
+But we know what happened, don't we?
+
+One day, about a week after Christmas, there came a warm, sunny day.
+
+"May I take my Rocking Horse out on the porch and ride him?" asked
+Dick of his mother.
+
+"Yes," she answered.
+
+"And I'll take my Sawdust Doll out there, and maybe Mirabell and
+Arnold will come over and we can have a play party," said Dorothy.
+
+The children went out on the porch, and they could look over next door
+and see their two little friends.
+
+"See how fast I can ride my horse!" called Dick to Arnold.
+
+The boy got up on the back of the White Horse and rocked to and fro.
+And the Horse traveled across the porch, as a rocking chair sometimes
+travels across the room.
+
+"Oh, he's a fine Horse!" cried Arnold, as he came over to play,
+bringing his toy train of cars with him. And Mirabell brought her wax
+doll. "Let me ride him, Dick, will you?"
+
+After Dick and Arnold had taken turns riding on the White Horse, they
+left him on the edge of the porch to play with the toy train. Suddenly
+Carlo, the fuzzy dog that had once carried the Sawdust Doll out to his
+kennel, hiding her in the straw, ran around the corner of the house,
+barking loudly.
+
+"Bow-wow! Bow-wow!" barked Carlo, and he ran straight for the White
+Rocking Horse.
+
+How it happened no one seemed to know, but Carlo upset the Horse,
+which tumbled down the porch steps with many a bang and bump.
+
+"Dear me!" thought the Horse, "This is not a pleasant adventure at all!
+What is going to happen?"
+
+"Bang! Bump! Crack!" sounded he rolled over and over down the steps.
+
+"Oh, what a pain in my leg!" said White Rocking Horse to himself.
+
+Dick ran over to his toy, and when he saw his White Horse lying on the
+sidewalk at the foot of the steps, the little boy cried:
+
+"Oh, his leg is broken! Oh, the leg of my White Rocking Horse is
+broken! I can never ride him again!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII
+
+IN THE TOY HOSPITAL
+
+
+Dick made such a fuss out on the porch, crying, when he saw his toy
+lying at the foot of the steps, that the boy's mother hurried out to
+see what the trouble was.
+
+"Dear me! Did you fall off?" asked Mother, as she saw the Horse lying
+on its side and Dick standing at the bottom of the porch steps near
+his toy. "Are you hurt, Sonny?"
+
+"Oh, no, Mother. But my Horse is! My Christmas Horse is hurt."
+
+"You can't hurt a wooden rocking horse," said Mother, as she went over
+to see what had happened.
+
+"Oh, yes you can!" sobbed Dick, for he was so little a boy that he was
+not ashamed to cry. "My Horse's leg is broken! I can never ride him
+again! Oh, dear!"
+
+Mother looked at the Horse lying on its side at the foot of the steps.
+If there had been no one there to look on, the Horse might have tried
+to get up, even with all his pain. But, as it was against the rules to
+move or say anything as long as human eyes were watching, the poor
+White Rocking Horse just had to lie there.
+
+"Dear me, one of the legs really is broken," said Mother, as she set
+the Horse upright. And, being a wooden horse with rockers under him,
+such as some chairs have, the Horse could stand upright, even though
+one of his legs was cracked clear through.
+
+"Yes, his leg is broken, and now I can never have a ride on him any
+more!" sobbed Dick. "Oh, dear!"
+
+"Oh, it isn't as bad as all that," said Mother, with a kind smile as
+she patted her little boy's head. "I think we can have the broken leg
+mended. But how did it happen? Did you ride your Horse off the porch,
+Dick?"
+
+"No, Mother," he answered. "I was playing with Arnold's train, and
+Carlo ran around the corner, barking, and he ran between my Horse's
+legs, I guess, and upset him. Oh, isn't it too bad?"
+
+"Yes; but it might be worse," replied Mother. "If _your_ leg had been
+broken, or Dorothy's or Mirabell's or Arnold's, it could not so easily
+be mended."
+
+"Can you mend the broken leg of my White Rocking Horse?" asked Dick
+eagerly.
+
+"I cannot mend it, myself," Mother answered. "But I will have Daddy
+take your Horse to the hospital."
+
+"I was in the hospital once," put in Arnold, "and I had some bread and
+jelly."
+
+"Will they give my Horse bread and jelly in the hospital?" asked Dick
+of Mother.
+
+"Hardly that," she replied with a smile. "It is not the same kind of
+hospital. The one where I will have Daddy take your White Rocking
+Horse is a toy hospital, where all sorts of broken playthings are
+mended. There your Horse will be made as good as new."
+
+"Oh, I shall be so glad if he is," said Dick.
+
+And the White Horse himself, though he dared say nothing just then,
+thought how glad he would be to have his broken leg mended. Some of
+the splinters were sticking him, and though of course I do not mean to
+say that a wooden horse has the same pain with a broken leg as a boy
+or girl or a chicken or a rooster would have, still it is no fun.
+
+Patrick, the gardener, came out and carried the broken-legged Rocking
+Horse into the front hall.
+
+"We'll let him stand there until Daddy comes home with the auto and
+can take him to the hospital," said Mother.
+
+And then it was that the White Rocking Horse had a chance to speak to
+the Sawdust Doll. Dorothy laid her Doll on a chair in the hall to help
+Dick, Mirabell and Arnold bring the toy train inside, as it was
+getting too cold to play out on the porch.
+
+"I'm sorry," murmured the Doll.
+
+[Illustration: "What Happened to You?" Asked White Rocking Horse.]
+
+"Oh, ho!" exclaimed Dick's Daddy, when he came home and heard the
+story. "A Rocking Horse with a broken leg! Of course I'll take him to
+the toy hospital."
+
+And, not waiting for his supper, lest the hospital be closed, Daddy
+wrapped the White Rocking Horse in a sheet, put him once more in the
+back of the automobile and started off.
+
+A little later the White Rocking Horse found himself in the toy
+hospital. It was not such a place as you have seen if you have ever
+been in the buildings where sick people are made well. There were no
+beds and no doctors and no queer smells. Yes, wait a minute, there
+were queer smells of glue and paste, but the White Rocking Horse
+rather liked them.
+
+Instead of a doctor there was a jolly-looking man, with a long apron,
+and a square, paper cap.
+
+"Can you mend the broken leg of this Rocking Horse?" asked Dick's
+father. The hospital toy doctor looked at the White Rocking Horse.
+
+"I shall have to put a new piece in his leg," he said. "It is badly
+splintered half way down."
+
+"Will it be as strong as before, so my little boy can ride?" asked
+Daddy.
+
+"It will be even stronger," answered the hospital toy doctor. "I will
+have him ready for you in a few days; perhaps tomorrow."
+
+"And will the broken leg show?" asked Daddy.
+
+"Hardly any," was the reply. "I will paint it over so you will never
+know it."
+
+"Then the Horse will be almost as good as ever," said Daddy.
+
+"Just as good," said the toy doctor, and the Horse felt much better
+when he heard this. His leg did not pain him so much.
+
+The hospital toy doctor set the White Rocking Horse over in one corner
+near a work bench. Dick's Daddy, after a look around the hospital
+started back home in his automobile.
+
+"We'll soon have you fixed, my fine fellow!" said the toy doctor, as
+he again took up his work of putting a new pair of eyes in a wax doll.
+"We'll make as good a Horse of you as before."
+
+"I certainly am glad of that," thought the Horse to himself.
+
+It soon became too dark for the toy doctor to see to work any longer,
+even though he lighted the gas. So he took off his long apron, laid
+aside his square, paper cap, locked up the place and went home.
+
+And then the White Rocking Horse took a long breath.
+
+"Now that I am alone I'll move about, as well as I can on three legs,
+and talk to some of the broken toys here," said the White Rocking
+Horse aloud. "Are you badly hurt?" he asked a Jack in the Box, who was
+on the work-bench near by.
+
+"My spring is gone," was the answer. "I was brought here to have a new
+one put in."
+
+"Well, I hope you will soon be mended," said the White Horse. "I
+wonder if any of my friends are here in this hospital? I say, toys!"
+he cried, "let's all talk together and--"
+
+All at once a big white paper spread out on the bench began to move,
+and out from under it came a toy, at the sight of which the Horse
+exclaimed:
+
+"Well, I do declare! Who would have thought to find you here? What
+happened to you? Dear me, what a surprise!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII
+
+HOME AGAIN
+
+
+Many of the toys, which had been mended since having been brought to
+the hospital, stood up and looked at the White Rocking Horse as he
+called to them, and they wondered what had surprised him so.
+
+"My goodness, that Horse is making a great deal of noise," said a
+large Wooden Soldier, one of whose legs was in splints. It had been
+broken in three places when the little boy, who owned the Soldier, had
+struck him with a drumstick.
+
+"I should say that Horse was making a great deal of noise," agreed a
+Tin Poodle Dog, whose tail needed straightening. "What's it all about,
+Mr. Horse?" he barked.
+
+"Excuse me, my toy friends, I did not mean to disturb you," said the
+White Rocking Horse kindly. "But I was so surprised to see an old
+friend of mine here that I just couldn't help calling out."
+
+"Who is your friend?" asked a Double Humped Camel from a Noah's Ark.
+
+"There he is," said the Horse, and he waved his tail toward the animal
+which had come out from under the big piece of white paper on the work
+bench of the toy hospital doctor.
+
+All the other toys looked, and saw an Elephant. But the White Rocking
+Horse did more than look. He cried out:
+
+"To think of seeing you here, my Elephant friend! Why, the last time
+we were together was in the toy store!"
+
+"Yes, and I was trying to race with you on roller skates," said the
+Elephant, with a laugh. "Wasn't it funny when my skate came off?"
+
+The other toys stared in interest.
+
+"Very funny," agreed the Horse. "We must tell our friends here about
+it. But I am sorry to see what has happened to you, Mr. Elephant!"
+went on the Horse. "Did you get broken this way when you fell off the
+roller skates, or anything like that? You certainly do look queer--not
+at all like yourself!"
+
+"And I don't feel like myself," said the Elephant.
+
+Well might he say that, for his trunk was broken off short, and you
+know, as well as I do, that an elephant without a trunk doesn't look
+at all like himself. He might just as well, or even better, have no
+tail, as far as looks go.
+
+"What happened to you?" asked the Horse.
+
+"Oh, I have had many adventures," replied the Elephant. "After you
+were taken away by the man in the automobile, I was sold to a lady and
+a little boy and taken to their home."
+
+"Was it a nice place?" the Horse wanted to know.
+
+"The place was all right," the Elephant answered. "But that little
+boy! Dear me! I don't just know what to say about him, he certainly
+did not treat me very nicely. Why, do you know," he went on, speaking
+in rather a funny voice on account of his trunk being broken off, "he
+never gave me a single peanut all the while I was with him!"
+
+"No! Really? Was he as unkind as that?" asked the broken Jack in the
+Box.
+
+"But that wasn't the worst," continued the Elephant. "After the boy
+had dropped some bread and jam on me, he thought he'd wash me off in
+the bath room. He took me up to carry me there, but he dropped me on
+the hard, tile floor and--well, you see what happened to me. My trunk
+was broken off--broken off short!"
+
+"What a sad accident!" exclaimed the Horse.
+
+"You may well say so," returned the Elephant. "The little boy was
+sorry for me, I'll say that of him. He called his mother and she tried
+to fix me. She glued my trunk on, but she got it crooked and when I
+saw myself in the glass I was ashamed! I was glad none of the other
+toy animals could see me."
+
+"What happened next?" asked the Horse, as the Elephant stopped to
+catch his breath. It rather made him out of breath to talk without his
+trunk.
+
+"Well, after the boy's mother glued my trunk on he played with me for
+a while, but he dropped me again, and my trunk broke off again in the
+same place. After that the boy's father said I had better come to the
+hospital. So here I am."
+
+"But where is your trunk?" asked the Horse.
+
+"Back under that piece of paper where I was sleeping," the big animal
+answered. "It is to be fastened on me properly tomorrow. The toy
+hospital doctor first washed the jam off me. I was made clean again,
+and I was glad of that. Then, to keep the dust off me, he put me under
+that paper. But when I heard you speaking, White Rocking Horse, I just
+had to come out, trunk or no trunk."
+
+"I'm glad you did," said the White Rocking Horse. "Really, when I look
+at you again, I get rather used to seeing you without your trunk,
+though at first I hardly knew you. Do you suffer much now?"
+
+"Not as much as I did," was the answer. "But I shall be all right
+after to-morrow, when my trunk is to be put back on. Then I suppose
+I'll go back to that boy's house."
+
+"I hope he treats you better," said the White Horse.
+
+"I think he will," replied the Elephant. "When his father took me away
+he said the boy could not have me back after I was mended until he
+knew how to handle his toys. So I have hopes of being better off with
+my mended trunk than before."
+
+"Let us all hope so," sighed the Tin Poodle Dog. "It's queer how cruel
+some children are to us. They think, because we are toys, we have no
+feelings."
+
+"Yes, that is so," said the White Horse. "But Dick, the boy who owns
+me, is very kind. It was an accident that my leg was broken. Carlo, a
+poodle dog something like you, my tin friend, only real, ran too close
+to me and knocked me down the steps," said the Horse to the Tin Poodle
+Dog.
+
+"Oh, so you are injured, too, are you?" asked the Elephant. "I have
+been talking so much about myself, Mr. Horse, that I never thought to
+ask what your trouble was. Will you kindly pardon me?"
+
+"Certainly," neighed the Horse, politely. "And now, as we are here by
+ourselves, and no one can see us, suppose we have a little fun-that
+is, as much fun as we can, broken and twisted as we are."
+
+"Hurray! That's it! Let's have some fun!" cried the Tin Poodle Dog,
+with a funny little bark.
+
+So the Elephant with the broken trunk told about his queer race on
+roller skates, the Horse spoke of the Christmas tree, and the other
+animals related their adventures. They had a good time together until
+morning came. Then, when it was time for the toy hospital doctor to
+come to his shop, the Elephant got back under the paper that was to
+keep him clean until he was mended, the Horse slowly hobbled back to
+his place, the Tin Poodle Dog leaned up against the broken Jack in the
+Box, and all the toys became as quiet as though they had never spoken
+or moved about.
+
+"Hum, lots of work for me to-day!" said the toy hospital doctor, as he
+put on his apron and his square, paper cap. "I must mend the broken
+leg of that Rocking Horse as soon as I fix the Elephant's trunk."
+
+Then the toy doctor took the Elephant from under the paper and, after
+blowing off a little dust, began work. He made a new piece of trunk
+out of wood and cloth, and painted it until it looked just like part
+of the Elephant. Then the two pieces were fastened together with
+wooden pins, and also some glue.
+
+"There! Now you are stronger than you were before," said the toy
+hospital doctor, putting the Elephant on a shelf. "And now for the
+broken leg of the Rocking Horse. Dear me, that is quite a bad break,"
+said the toy doctor. "I think I shall have to make him a whole new
+wooden leg."
+
+The White Rocking Horse felt glad when he heard this. For he was
+rather a proud chap, and when he had seen part of the Elephant's old
+trunk put back on that animal, the Horse thought of how he would look
+with part of his old broken leg glued fast.
+
+"I had much rather have a whole new leg," he said to himself.
+
+And that is exactly what he had. Out of a piece of wood the toy doctor
+made a new leg for the Rocking Horse. He took off the old, splintered
+one, that had been broken in the fall off the porch. Then the new leg
+was put in place.
+
+"There! When it's painted no one will ever know one of his legs was
+broken," said the toy doctor.
+
+The new leg was smoothed with sandpaper, and then painted just the
+color of the other legs.
+
+"I'm glad he painted my new leg," thought the Horse. "I would look
+very funny with three white legs and one brown or red one. Yes, this
+toy doctor is a very smart man. I feel quite myself now."
+
+The toy hospital doctor was busy in his shop all day, mending things
+that children break in their play, and toward evening Dick's father
+came in.
+
+"Is my boy's White Rocking Horse mended?" the man asked.
+
+"Yes, all ready for you," answered the toy doctor. "I finished him
+sooner than I expected to. The paint is hardly dry, but it will be by
+morning. I made him a new leg."
+
+"That's good!" exclaimed the man. "My little boy wants to ride his
+Rocking Horse. He misses him very much."
+
+Back home went the White Rocking Horse. And when Dick saw him he
+clapped his hands and cried:
+
+"Oh, how glad I am! May I take a ride?"
+
+"If you are careful of the newly-painted leg," his father answered.
+"I'll lift you up into the saddle."
+
+And when Dick sat in the red leather seat and pulled on the red reins
+and shouted to his Horse he was a very happy boy, and the White
+Rocking Horse felt glad also.
+
+"Gid-dap!" called Dick. "Gid-dap, my Rocking Horse!" And the Horse
+galloped across the room.
+
+All of a sudden Dorothy came running into the playroom where Dick sat
+on his Horse.
+
+"Oh, Dick! Dick!" cried the little girl. "Come on down to the kitchen,
+quick! Carlo has something under a chair! Maybe it's a big mouse! Come
+and see!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX
+
+TWO BAD MEN
+
+
+Dick jumped off his Rocking Horse.
+
+"What did you say Carlo had?" he asked his sister.
+
+"I don't know," Dorothy answered. "But I was down in the kitchen, and
+Mary had just given me some bread and sugar, and I saw Carlo under a
+chair. He had something in his mouth and he was shaking it. And it was
+brown and fuzzy and maybe it's a mouse. You'd better come, 'cause
+Mary's standin' up on a chair and hollerin' awful loud. It's fun."
+
+"Oh, I'll come!" cried Dick. "But where's Mother?"
+
+"Oh, she's in the parlor with some ladies," answered the little girl.
+"I didn't tell her."
+
+"That's right," said Dick, hurrying over to a closet in the playroom.
+
+"What are you going to do?" asked Dorothy. "You'd better hurry if you
+want to help Carlo catch that mouse."
+
+"I am hurrying," Dick said. "But I want to get my soldier cap and my
+pop gun."
+
+"What for?" the little girl wanted to know.
+
+"'Cause I'm going to make believe I'm a captain, and the mouse is an
+enemy, and I'm going to capture the enemy. Like in war."
+
+Down to the kitchen the children hurried. They could hear their dog
+Carlo barking and growling, and they could hear Mary, the cook,
+laughing.
+
+"She isn't very scared, I guess," said Dick.
+
+"Well, she _was_, and she was up on a chair," declared Dorothy. "Come
+on, Dick!"
+
+Together they hurried into the kitchen. Mary was no longer standing on
+a chair. Instead she was sitting down in one, laughing as hard as she
+could laugh.
+
+Carlo was out in the middle of the floor, tossing up into the air
+something brown and fuzzy.
+
+"Where's the mouse?" cried Dick. "I want to see if I can shoot it with
+my pop gun."
+
+"Mouse? There isn't any mouse, Dick!" laughed Mary.
+
+"Dorothy said there was," he declared.
+
+"Yes, and I thought there was, too," went on the cook. "But it was
+only a piece of fur that Carlo had. It's one of the tails off Martha's
+fur neck-piece. She dropped it, and Carlo found it. I guess he thought
+it was a mouse, and I did, too, at first."
+
+"Bow wow! Gurr-r-r-r-r!" growled the poodle dog, as he shook and
+tossed the fuzzy thing. And as it fell near Dick the boy looked and
+saw that, indeed, it was only a piece of fur, as Mary had said.
+
+"I thought it was a mouse," said Dorothy. "And I guess Carlo did,
+too."
+
+"If it had been I could have made it run back to its hole when I
+banged my pop gun at it!" declared Dick. "Now I guess I'll play I'm a
+soldier captain on a horse. I'm going to ride my Rocking Horse," he
+went on, as he hurried back to the playroom.
+
+"I'll take my Sawdust Doll," said Dorothy, "and we'll have some fun."
+
+All day long the children played, and after supper, when it was time
+for them to go to bed, Dick pulled his Rocking Horse out into the
+hall.
+
+"Are you going to leave him there all night?" asked his mother.
+
+"Yes," he answered. "I want to put my railroad track down in the
+playroom in the morning, and there isn't room if I have the Rocking
+Horse in there too. I'll make believe the hall is his stable."
+
+"Then I'll not leave my Sawdust Doll out there, for she cannot sleep
+in a stable," said Dorothy.
+
+Dick's mother intended to move the White Rocking Horse out of the way,
+for it took up too much room in the hall, but she forgot about it when
+callers came that evening, and, when the family went to bed, the Horse
+was still out near the head of the stairs that led down to the first
+floor.
+
+The house became quiet, only a dim light gleaming in the upper hall,
+and the White Rocking Horse drew a long breath.
+
+"Now I can be myself," he thought. "I can come to life. I wish I could
+see the Sawdust Doll and talk to her," he said half aloud.
+
+"Well, here I am," and the Sawdust Doll came out of Dorothy's room.
+"The little girl is asleep," went on the Sawdust Doll, "so I came out
+to talk to you. I want to hear all that happened in the toy hospital.
+I haven't had a chance to ask you since you got back."
+
+"And I haven't had a chance to talk to you," went on the White Rocking
+Horse. "It is nice and quiet, now, and we can talk as long as we like;
+or at least until morning comes."
+
+"It must be a funny place--that hospital," said the Sawdust Doll.
+
+"It is," answered the Rocking Horse. "But I would much rather be here
+with you."
+
+"Thank you," replied the Sawdust Doll.
+
+Now, while the toys were thus talking together in the middle of the
+night, two bad men were prowling around the house where Dick and
+Dorothy and their father and mother lived. The two bad men were called
+burglars, and they wanted to get in, and take the silver knives,
+forks, and other things that were in the dining room, and perhaps some
+rings from the dresser in the room of Dorothy's mother.
+
+And as the White Rocking Horse and the Sawdust Doll were talking
+together at the head of the stairs the two bad men made their way into
+the house by unlocking the front door with a false key one of them
+carried.
+
+"Hush! Don't make a noise!" said the big burglar.
+
+"No, we must be very quiet," said the little burglar.
+
+But, quiet as they were, and whisper as softly as they did, the White
+Rocking Horse heard them.
+
+"Some one is coming," said the Horse to the Sawdust Doll. "We must
+stop talking now. We dare not talk or move if human eyes look at us,
+and some one is coming."
+
+"Then I had better hurry back to Dorothy's room," said the Doll.
+
+"Too late! They are coming up the stairs," whispered the Horse. "Stay
+where you are and I'll stay here too!"
+
+So the Sawdust Doll flopped down on the carpet and the Rocking Horse
+remained very still and quiet right at the edge of the top step.
+
+Up the stairs came the big burglar walking slowly and softly.
+
+"Look out!" whispered the little burglar, who remained at the foot of
+the stairs. "I see something white! Look out!"
+
+"It is only a Rocking Horse," whispered back the big burglar. "A White
+Rocking Horse! And a Sawdust Doll is here, too. I guess the children
+must have forgotten and left them in the hall. And that Sawdust Doll
+is just what I want. I know somebody I can give her to. I'll take
+her!"
+
+The Sawdust Doll would have screamed and run away if she had dared,
+but she could not while the burglar was looking at her. The bad man
+reached out to pick up the Sawdust Doll, but his foot slipped, and, to
+save himself from falling, he made a grab for one of the legs of the
+White Rocking Horse.
+
+Now whether the Horse kicked out; or not, I cannot say. It may be that
+he did, and, again, it may be that he did not. Anyhow, all of a sudden
+the White Horse toppled right over on top of the bad burglar, and down
+the stairs they went, bumpity-bump! all in a heap, right toward the
+little burglar standing at the foot. Down the stairs rolled the big
+burglar and the White Rocking Horse.
+
+"Bang! Bing! Bung!" was the noise they made.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER X
+
+THE GRASS PARTY
+
+
+Standing at the foot of the stairs was the little burglar. He was
+waiting while the big, bad man went upstairs to see if he could get
+any jewelry. And when the big burglar touched the White Rocking Horse,
+and it toppled over on him, and when both of them fell down the stairs
+together, making a loud noise, they fell right on top of the little
+burglar.
+
+"Oh! Oh, dear! Oh, dear me!" cried the little burglar when he was
+struck by the big bad man and the White Rocking Horse. "Oh, what is
+all this? What are you doing, Jake?" he cried.
+
+"Me? I'm not doing anything!" exclaimed the big burglar, as he went
+bumpity-bump along the lower hall, turning over and over in
+somersaults, just as the little burglar was doing.
+
+"Not doing anything? Why, you came tumbling downstairs right on top of
+me!" cried the little burglar. "Why did you do that?"
+
+"I--I couldn't help it," answered the big burglar. "That white thing
+you saw was a Rocking Horse, and there was a Sawdust Doll near it. I
+reached out to get the Doll, and the Horse stuck out his hind legs and
+kicked me down the stairs. That's what he did!"
+
+"Nonsense!" exclaimed the little burglar. "A White Rocking Horse
+didn't kick you! A wooden horse can't kick!"
+
+"Well, this one did," declared the burglar. "Oh, my back!"
+
+The father and mother of Dick and Dorothy heard the noise out in the
+hall. So did Martha, the maid, and Mary, the cook. Dick's father sat
+up in bed.
+
+"I heard a noise," said his wife.
+
+"So did I," said Daddy. "I think everybody in the house must have
+heard it. Somebody, or something, fell downstairs."
+
+"You had better look and see," said his wife. "Maybe it was burglars."
+
+So Dick's father went out into the hall to look, and there, surely
+enough, were the two bad burglars. They had been all tangled up in the
+legs and rockers of the White Horse, and they were just getting
+untangled. And they were so sore and lame from having been bumped
+around that they did not know what to do. They were so dazed and
+surprised that they stood still.
+
+And just then Patrick, the big, strong gardener, came running in from
+the garage, where he slept. He, too, had heard the noise in the house.
+And Patrick and Dick's father soon captured the two burglars, and tied
+them with ropes. Then a policeman came and took the two bad men away
+and they were locked up for a long, long time. I don't believe they
+are out of prison yet.
+
+But after the two burglars had been taken away by the police, Dick's
+father and mother looked at the White Rocking Horse where it lay on
+its side in the lower hall, after having fallen downstairs.
+
+"How do you suppose it got here?" asked Mother.
+
+"Well, either the burglars tried to carry it off, and they slipped and
+fell with it, or else they stumbled over it in the dark, and it
+toppled downstairs with them," replied Daddy. "But it made a great
+racket and woke us up. If it hadn't been for the White Rocking Horse
+we would have been robbed of our jewelry and silver."
+
+"What a brave Horse!" said Mother. "Wouldn't it be strange if he
+really kicked the burglar downstairs?" she asked her husband.
+
+And when the burglars had been taken away, and the Horse stood up on
+his rockers again, Dorothy and Dick were awakened by hearing so many
+sounds in the house.
+
+"What's the matter?" asked Dick, coming to the head of the stairs, and
+rubbing his sleepy eyes. "What's my Rocking Horse down there for?" he
+wanted to know.
+
+"He fell down with the burglars," said Daddy.
+
+[Illustration: White Rocking Horse Gives Sawdust Doll a Ride.]
+
+"And, oh, look! Here is my Sawdust Doll out here in the hall!" cried
+Dorothy. "I had her in my room when I went to sleep. How did she get
+out here?"
+
+"Maybe the burglars took her and were carrying her away with them when
+they slipped and fell downstairs with the Horse," said Daddy.
+
+But we know that is not just how it happened, don't we? We know that
+the Sawdust Doll came out to talk to the White Rocking Horse, and she
+could not get back when the burglars came, for she dared not move as
+long as they were looking at her.
+
+For many days Dick and Dorothy had fun playing with the White Rocking
+Horse and the Sawdust Doll. And though, at times, the Horse and Doll
+wished they could see their friends in the toy store, still the two
+toys were very happy.
+
+"I think something is going to happen to-morrow," said the old Jumping
+Jack one night, when, in the playroom, he was talking to the Horse and
+Doll. It was spring now, and the grass was green.
+
+"What do you mean--something going to happen?" asked the White Rocking
+Horse, as he looked at Jack. The old jumping chap had been allowed to
+stay in the playroom since he had been brought from the attic on
+Christmas Eve.
+
+"Dick and Dorothy are going to have a Grass Party, and you are both
+going to it!"
+
+"A Grass Party!" cried the Sawdust
+
+"What is that?" asked the White Rocking Horse.
+
+"Well, you know what a party is," said Jack. "And a Grass Party is one
+out on the grass. The boy and girl from next door are coming, and
+there will be good things to eat, games to play and all things like
+that. Isn't that jolly?"
+
+"I should say so!" cried the Rocking Horse.
+
+"I love parties!" said the Sawdust Doll.
+
+And the next day, when the sun was shining brightly, Dick and Dorothy
+had their Grass Party. Not only the little girl from next door came,
+but other children also. Dorothy brought out her Sawdust Doll, for
+whom a new apple-green dress had been made.
+
+Dick brought his Rocking Horse to a smooth place under the trees, and
+he and the other boys took turns riding on the brave steed.
+
+"Let's see where his leg was broken," asked one boy.
+
+"Oh, you can hardly see it," Dick answered. "The toy hospital doctor
+fixed it so it's as good as new. But this is the leg my Horse broke
+when Carlo tumbled him down the steps."
+
+"And tell us about how the two bad burglars rolled downstairs with
+your horse on top of them," begged Arnold, the boy from next door.
+
+"Well, I guess only one burglar rolled down," said Dick. "But he made
+noise enough for two."
+
+Then he told the story, as best he could.
+
+While Dick and the boys rode the White Rocking Horse Dorothy and the
+other little girls played with their dolls. And the Sawdust Doll with
+the brown eyes was the most beautiful of all.
+
+"You children do get such nice presents on your birthdays and for
+Christmas," said one little boy guest to Dorothy and Dick.
+
+"I'm going to have a nice present for my birthday," said Mirabell, who
+lived next door to Dick and Dorothy.
+
+"Oh, tell us!" begged the other children.
+
+ "I--I can't, for I don't know," said Mirabell. "But my mother is
+going to take me down to the toy store next week, and I'm going to
+have a nice birthday present."
+
+And if you wish to know what the present was you may find out by
+reading the next book in this series. It is called "The Story of a
+Lamb on Wheels," and it is the same Lamb whom the Sawdust Doll and the
+White Rocking Horse knew in the toy store.
+
+After having fun at the Grass Party for some time, the children went
+into the house to get cake and ice cream. The Sawdust Doll and the
+White Rocking Horse, as well as some other dolls, were left out on the
+lawn by themselves.
+
+"Oh, now we can talk," said the White Rocking Horse. "Do you think
+this Grass Party is any fun?"
+
+"I had rather it were night and we could be by ourselves upstairs with
+the Jumping Jack," said the Sawdust Doll. "Then we could move about
+and have some fun."
+
+"Well, it will soon be dark," said the Rocking Horse.
+
+And when night came, and Dick and Dorothy were in bed, the Sawdust
+Doll had a fine ride on the back of the White Rocking Horse.
+
+THE END
+
+
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+Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Charles Franks
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+[Illustration: White Rocking Horse Races With the Elephant on Skates.
+Frontispiece]
+
+MAKE BELIEVE STORIES
+
+THE STORY OF A WHITE ROCKING HORSE
+
+BY
+LAURA LEE HOPE
+
+Author of "The Story of a Sawdust Doll," "The Story of a Bold Tin
+Soldier," "The Bobbsey Twins Series," "The Bunny Brown Series," "The
+Six Little Bunkers Series," Etc.
+
+ILLUSTRATED BY
+HARRY L. SMITH
+
+
+
+BOOKS BY LAURA LEE HOPE
+
+MAKE BELIEVE STORIES
+
+STORY OF A SAWDUST DOLL
+STORY OF A WHITE ROCKING HORSE
+STORY OF A LAMB ON WHEELS
+STORY OF A BOLD TIN SOLDIER
+STORY OF A CANDY RABBIT
+STORY OF A MONKEY ON A STICK
+STORY OF A CALICO CLOWN
+
+THE BOBBSEY TWINS SERIES
+
+THE BOBBSEY TWINS
+THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN THE COUNTRY
+THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT THE SEASHORE
+THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SCHOOL
+THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SNOW LODGE
+THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON A HOUSEBOAT
+THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT MEADOW BROOK
+THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT HOME
+THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN A GREAT CITY
+THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON BLUEBERRY ISLAND
+THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON THE DEEP BLUE SEA
+THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN WASHINGTON
+THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN THE GREAT WEST
+
+THE BUNNY BROWN SERIES
+
+THE SIX LITTLE BUNKERS SERIES
+
+THE OUTDOOR GIRLS SERIES
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+
+CHAPTER
+
+I READY FOR A RACE
+
+II THE RUDE BOY
+
+III A NICE MAN
+
+IV THE SURPRISE
+
+V A NIGHT RIDE
+
+VI THE BROKEN LEG
+
+VII IN THE TOY HOSPITAL
+
+VIII HOME AGAIN
+
+IX TWO BAD MEN
+
+X THE GRASS PARTY
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER I
+
+READY FOR A RACE
+
+
+One by one the lights went out. One by one the shoppers left the toy
+department of the store. One by one the clerks rode down in the
+elevators. At last all was still and quiet and dark--that is, all dark
+except for a small light, so the night-watchman could see his way
+around.
+
+"Now we can have some fun!" cried a voice, and it seemed to come from
+a Calico Clown, lying down in a box next to a Bold Tin Soldier. "Now
+we can really be ourselves, and talk and move about."
+
+"We can, if we are sure there is no one to watch us," bleated a Lamb
+on Wheels, who stood on the floor near a White Rocking Horse. "You
+know, as well as I do, Calico Clown, that we cannot do as we please if
+there are any eyes watching us," said the Lamb.
+
+"No one can see us," said the Bold Tin Soldier. "I am glad the clerks
+and shoppers are gone. It will be some time before the watchman comes
+up here, and my men and I will be glad to move about. All ready
+there!" he called to his soldiers, for he was captain over a brave
+company of tin warriors. "Attention! Stand up straight and get ready
+to march! You have been in your box all day, and now it is time to
+come out!"
+
+It was true; the Bold Tin Soldier and his men had been in a box on the
+toy counter all day. For, as you have been told, the playthings cannot
+make believe come to life nor move about when any human eyes are
+watching them. They must wait until they are alone, which is generally
+after dark. That is why you have never seen your doll or your rocking
+horse moving about by itself.
+
+But now, in the toy store, from which every one had gone, some strange
+things happened. The Calico Clown stood up near the Candy Rabbit and
+looked about. Then the Calico Clown banged together the shiny brass
+cymbals he held in his hands.
+
+"Clang! Bang!" went the cymbals.
+
+"Ha! that sounds like war," cried the Bold Tin Soldier. "Come, my men!
+Forward--march!"
+
+And then and there the tin soldiers, with their captain holding his
+shiny tin sword in his hand, marched out of their box and around the
+toy counter of the big department store.
+
+Yes, I wish you could have seen them; but it isn't allowed, you know.
+Just the very minute the eyes of a boy or a girl, or, for that matter,
+a father or mother or aunt, uncle or cousin--just the very moment any
+one looks, the toys are as still as clothespins.
+
+"Aren't they fine?" cried a Monkey on a Stick, as he scrambled up to
+the very top of his staff, so he might look over the pile of building
+blocks that stood near some picture books. "I wish I were a soldier!"
+
+"Oh, no!" exclaimed a Boy Doll.
+
+"You are funnier as a Monkey," remarked the Calico Clown.
+
+"But I am not as funny as you are," laughed the Monkey. "Tell us a
+joke, that's a good fellow! Tell us something funny, Calico Clown, so
+we may laugh. We have had no fun all day."
+
+"All right," agreed the Calico Clown, with a smile, as he softly
+banged his cymbals together. "I'll see if I can think of a joke."
+
+The Bold Tin Soldier and his men stopped marching to listen to what
+the Calico Clown might say. The Candy Rabbit raised his big ears up
+straighter, so that he would miss nothing. The Lamb on Wheels gave
+herself a shake, seemingly so the kinks would come out of her woolly
+coat, and the Monkey on a Stick swung by his tail.
+
+"Yes, I'll tell you a joke," said the Calico Clown. "It is a sort of
+riddle. Listen, and see if any of you can answer it."
+
+"The Sawdust Doll was very clever at answering riddles," said the Bold
+Tin Soldier. "I wish she were here now."
+
+"But she isn't," said the Candy Rabbit. "I liked that Sawdust Doll
+very much, but she has gone away."
+
+"Yes, some lady bought her for a little girl's birthday," came from
+the Monkey on a Stick. "You are right, Tin Soldier, that doll was very
+clever at answering the riddles the Clown used to ask."
+
+"Well, if you don't all stop talking now, how am I going to tell this
+joke?" asked the Calico Clown crossly. "Now, who is a--"
+
+"I wonder if the Sawdust Doll will come back and see us once again, as
+she did before?" asked the Lamb on Wheels, not paying much attention
+to what the Calico Clown said. "Don't you remember, Tin Soldier, how
+she once came back to us, after she had been sold and taken away?"
+
+"Clang! Bang!" went the cymbals of the Calico Clown.
+
+"What's the matter?" asked the Monkey on a Stick.
+
+"Matter? Matter enough, I should say!" replied the Clown. "Here I am
+asked to tell a funny joke, and none of you will listen. You keep on
+talking about the Sawdust Doll. I liked her as much as any one. But
+she is gone--she was sold away from us. To-morrow some of us may be
+sold, and never see the others again. Let's be gay and jolly while we
+can!"
+
+"That's what I say!" exclaimed the Candy Rabbit. "Really, we are not
+very polite to go on talking when the Calico Clown wants to amuse us
+with one of his famous jokes. We should listen to him."
+
+"You are right!" cried the Bold Tin Soldier. "Come now," he went on,
+as he waved his sword over his head, "I do not want to be cross with
+you, my toy friends, but I command silence! Silence while the Calico
+Clown tells his joke!"
+
+The toys on the counters and shelves settled down and turned their
+eyes toward the Clown in his funny calico suit of many colors.
+
+"I'm sure you will all laugh at this joke!" cried the Calico Clown.
+"It is so funny I have to laugh myself whenever I tell it. Thank you
+for getting them quiet so they can listen to me, Bold Tin Soldier. I
+am glad you are a friend--"
+
+"Say, you'd better tell that joke, if you're going to!" broke in the
+captain. "I don't know how long they'll stay quiet. And I want to
+march around some more before morning comes and we have to stay in our
+box all day. You know it is the Christmas season, and any one of us
+may be bought any day and taken far off. So let us be jolly together
+while we may. All quiet now, for the Calico Clown's joke!"
+
+"Thank you," returned the funny fellow again. "Now, why is it that
+when--"
+
+And just then there was a rumbling, rolling sound on the floor of the
+toy department.
+
+"Dear me!" exclaimed the Candy Rabbit, "can that be the watchman
+coming so soon?"
+
+They all listened, and heard the noise more plainly. It rumbled and
+rolled nearer and nearer.
+
+"Dear me!" said the Calico Clown, "I'm never going to get a chance to
+tell my joke. What is it, Candy Rabbit? Can you see?"
+
+The sweet chap was just going to say he could see nothing, when there
+came a whinny from a big White Rocking Horse standing on the floor
+near a lawn swing.
+
+"Oh, you're here at last, are you?" neighed the White Rocking Horse.
+
+"Yes, I'm here," answered a voice, and with it came again the
+rumbling, rolling sound. "I'm sorry if I am late, but I had to go over
+in the sporting goods section to get a pair to fit me."
+
+"A pair of what to fit who? Who is it?" asked the Monkey on a Stick,
+for he had taken a seat behind a pile of building blocks, and could
+not see very well.
+
+"What's going on here, anyhow?" he asked, as he began to climb up to
+the top of his stick.
+
+Then all the toys looked at the White Rocking Horse, and they saw,
+trundling toward him, an Elephant on roller skates.
+
+"Oh, how funny he looks!" laughed the Calico Clown. "Oh, dear me! This
+is better than any joke I could tell! Oh, how funny!" And the Calico
+Clown doubled up in such a kink of laughter that his cymbals tinkled
+again and again.
+
+"What is so funny?" asked the Elephant on roller skates.
+
+"You are," replied the Clown. "Of course we are glad to see you," he
+added. "And please excuse me for laughing at you. But, really, I
+cannot help it! You do look so funny! I--I never saw an elephant on
+roller skates before."
+
+"And I never before was on roller skates," answered the toy Elephant.
+"I don't believe I'll ever put them on again, either," he said. "But
+when the White Rocking Horse asked me to race with him, that was the
+only way I could think of to make it fair, as he is so much faster
+than I. He said I might put anything I liked on my feet."
+
+"What's this? What's this?" cried the Bold Tin Soldier. "Is there to
+be a race between an Elephant on roller skates and the White Rocking
+Horse?"
+
+"Yes," answered the Horse himself, "we are going to have a little
+race, just for fun, you know. I thought it would be amusing."
+
+"Where are you going to run the race?" asked the Candy Rabbit.
+
+"Down to the elevators and back again," answered the White Rocking
+Horse. "You see, my friends, it came about in this way," he explained.
+"The Elephant was always telling how fast he could run. He said the
+real elephants in the jungle, after whom he is patterned, were swifter
+than horses. I said I did not think so. I told him I could beat him in
+a race, so we agreed to try it some night. I said he could put on
+roller skates if he wished, since I had rockers, like those of a
+chair, fastened on my hoofs."
+
+The White Rocking Horse was a proud fellow, with his long tail and
+mane of real hair. Proudly he held up his head. Proudly he rocked to
+and fro. On his back was a red saddle of real leather.
+
+"Get ready for the race!" called the Calico Clown, clanging his
+cymbals. "This will be real, jolly fun! Ready for the race!"
+
+The Horse and Elephant stood on a line, which was a crack in the
+floor, and they were just going to rush toward the elevators when, all
+of a sudden, the Candy Rabbit cried:
+
+"Hush!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II
+
+THE RUDE BOY
+
+
+Suddenly all the toys, who had been crowding to the edges of the
+shelves and counters to watch the race between the Horse and the
+Elephant, became very quiet. The Candy Rabbit seemed to shrink down
+behind the Monkey on a Stick. The Bold Tin Soldier slipped his sword
+back into its scabbard, and his men lowered their guns. The Calico
+Clown, who had been about to bang his cymbals together, dropped them
+to his sides. The Lamb on Wheels, who had just been going to ask a Rag
+Doll if she did not want to get up on her back, so she might see
+better, rolled herself under the counter, and the White Rocking Horse
+and the Elephant on his roller skates looked around in surprise.
+
+"What's the matter?" neighed the Horse. "Why did you call out for us
+to hush, Candy Rabbit?"
+
+"I thought I heard a noise," was the answer. "Maybe the night watchman
+is coming. If he is, he must never see us at our play. Something
+dreadful would happen, if he did."
+
+"Hush! Not so loud!" whispered the Calico Clown. "What you say is very
+true, Candy Rabbit. We dare not move about or talk if we are looked at
+by human eyes. But I do not think the watchman is coming."
+
+"How can we be sure the watchman is not looking at us?" whispered the
+Monkey on a Stick." I'd like to see this race."
+
+"So would I," said the Calico Clown. "And there is only one way we can
+be certain the watchman is not here."
+
+"Tell us how!" suggested the Bold Tin Soldier.
+
+"This is the way," answered the Calico Clown. "I will recite that
+funny riddle I started to give you earlier in the evening. If the
+watchman is here he will laugh at it, and then well know he is
+watching us."
+
+"That will be a fine way!" said the Lamb on Wheels. "Go ahead, Calico
+Clown. Tell us the riddle, and we must all listen to see if the
+watchman laughs."
+
+"All right I Here I go!" agreed the Calico Clown. He banged his
+cymbals together and then, in a loud voice, asked: "Why is a basket of
+soap bubbles like a piece of chocolate cake?"
+
+They all listened after the Calico Clown had asked this riddle. But
+there was no laugh. It was as quiet in the toy department as if none
+of the playthings had made believe come to life.
+
+"I guess the watchman isn't there," said the Calico Clown, "or else he
+would have laughed at my riddle."
+
+"Maybe he is waiting for the answer," said the White Rocking Horse. "I
+think that must be it, for I don't see anything very funny in the
+riddle itself. Maybe the watchman is waiting for you to give the
+answer, and then he'll laugh."
+
+"Oh, I'm sure that is it," said the Elephant. "Go ahead, Calico Clown!
+Tell us the answer! Why is a basket of soap bubbles like a piece of
+chocolate cake? If we hear that, maybe we'll laugh, as well as the
+watchman. What's the answer?"
+
+"That's the funny part of it!" said the Calico Clown. "There is no
+answer."
+
+"No answer!" cried the White Rocking Horse. "That's a funny riddle!"
+
+"I knew you'd think it was funny," returned the Calico Clown. "That is
+why I tried so hard to tell it earlier in the evening, to make you all
+jolly. No, there really is no answer. I don't believe a basket full of
+soap bubbles is a bit like a piece of chocolate cake. But I just
+thought I'd ask to see if any of you knew."
+
+He waited a moment, but none of the toys answered.
+
+"And the watchman doesn't seem to know, either," said the Monkey on a
+Stick. "I guess he can't be here, or he would have laughed, Mr. Calico
+Clown."
+
+"I'm sure he would," said the joking chap. "It must be all right. No
+one is looking at us. On with the race!"
+
+"Yes," rumbled the Elephant, away deep down in his trunk, "if we are
+going to have this race let's get it over with. I must go back to my
+place among the camels and lions and tigers before morning."
+
+The Elephant, who had borrowed a pair of roller skates to race with
+the White Rocking Horse, lived in a large Noah's Ark with the other
+animals from the jungle and the desert.
+
+"Get ready now!" cried the Bold Tin Soldier. "On your marks, Horse and
+Elephant! I will have one of my men fire his gun as a signal to start
+the race!"
+
+"Good!" neighed the White Rocking Horse.
+
+Slowly he began to sway back and forth, while the Elephant slid along
+on his roller skates until both animals stood, once more, on the crack
+in the floor. When the Candy Rabbit had cried "Hush!" they had both
+slid back toward the toy counter. Later on the make-believe folk found
+that the noise was caused by a Jack in the Box springing up quickly to
+watch the race.
+
+"Bang!" went a toy pop gun. And then the race began!
+
+And such a race as it was! Across the floor, toward the elevators,
+went the Elephant, gliding along on the roller skates. Back and forth
+swayed the Rocking Horse, and each time he moved he went a little
+faster. His tail and mane streamed out in the air and his red saddle
+of real leather glistened in the light of the one dim electric lamp.
+
+"The Elephant is winning! The Elephant is winning!" cried the Monkey
+on a Stick. He rather favored the Elephant, for, like the big chap,
+the Monkey also had come from a jungle.
+
+"The Horse is going faster!" cried the Bold Tin Soldier. "I'm sure the
+Horse will win the race!" The Tin Captain rather favored the Horse,
+since all soldiers like horses.
+
+"It is too soon, yet, to tell who will win," remarked the Calico
+Clown. "They have to go to the elevators and come back to the starting
+mark--the crack in the floor--before the race is finished. Oh, but
+this is sport!"
+
+The White Rocking Horse and the Elephant, who wore roller skates, were
+close together, making their way as fast as they could toward the
+elevators. This was the half-way mark of the race. The two animals
+must turn around and come back to the toy counter before it would be
+known which was the faster. Just now they seemed to be even.
+
+On and on they raced, faster and faster. If you had been there you
+would have enjoyed it, I am sure. But of course that was not allowed.
+If you had so much as peeped, even with one eye, the toys would
+instantly have become as motionless as the pictures in your spelling
+book.
+
+Back and forth rocked the White Horse. Rumble and roll went the
+Elephant on his skates. They were close to the elevators in about
+three minutes after they had started from the crack mark.
+
+"Now they are going to turn around," whispered the Celluloid Doll, as
+she leaned over the edge of the counter.
+
+"Oh, look!" suddenly called the Monkey on a Stick. "Now the White
+Rocking Horse will win the race!"
+
+As he spoke there came a loud clattering sound down near the
+elevators--the halfway mark of the race. All the toys strained their
+necks to look, and they saw that one of the roller skates had come off
+the Elephant. He had turned too quickly, and had lost a skate.
+
+"Never mind! Go on! Go on!" cried the Elephant, who was quite a
+sporting chap in his own way. "Go on with the race! I can beat you on
+three skates, Mr. Horse!"
+
+"Ho! Ho! We'll see about that!" whinnied the rocking chap, as he made
+the turn and started back.
+
+The two toys were going along as fast as they could, the rumble of the
+rockers on the White Horse mingling with the roll of the skates on the
+Elephant, when, all of a sudden, a brighter light shone in the toy
+department, the tread of footsteps was heard, and the Calico Clown had
+just time to shout:
+
+"The watchman! To your places, every one!"
+
+And instantly the toys were as motionless and quiet as mice. The
+Elephant, even on three skates, had been going so fast that he rolled
+behind a big pillar all covered with red and green tissue paper, with
+which the toy section was decorated. And the White Rocking Horse
+stayed just where he was when the Clown called out. Up among the toy
+counters and shelves came a big man carrying a lantern. He was the
+store watchman, and he went about in the different departments each
+night to see that all was well.
+
+"What's this?" exclaimed the watchman, as he noticed the White Rocking
+Horse near the elevators. "This toy is out of place! He belongs over
+near the counter. Some clerk or customer must have left him here when
+the store closed last night. I'll take him back," and, picking up the
+White Rocking Horse, the watchman carried the toy back to where it
+belonged. And the Horse did not dare give even the smallest kick. He
+dared not show that he had been alive and in a race.
+
+The watchman walked back toward the elevator, and saw the skate that
+had come off the Elephant's foot. He did not see the Elephant who was
+hidden behind the pillar.
+
+"Well, I do declare!" exclaimed the watchman. "The clerks here are
+getting very careless! This roller skate belongs over in the sporting
+section. I'll take it there."
+
+He picked it up and walked away. When he was gone, and the light of
+his lantern no longer gleamed, the Calico Clown slowly raised his
+head.
+
+"Now you can go on with the race," he said.
+
+"No, the race is spoiled for to-night," answered the Horse. "It will
+soon be daylight, and the clerks and shoppers will be coming in."
+
+"Yes, and I would have to go to the other part of the store to get
+back my roller skate," said the Elephant. "I find I cannot get along
+on three. We'll have the race to-morrow night, Mr. Horse."
+
+"That will suit me very well," said the proud, brave steed.
+
+"And now we had all better get quiet," said the Monkey on a Stick. "I
+can see the sun peeping up in the east. Daylight is coming, and we
+dare no longer move about and talk. We have had some fun, but now we
+must get ready to be looked at by the shoppers. Quiet, everybody!"
+
+And, as he spoke, the light suddenly grew stronger in the toy
+department, the clerks presently began coming in, and soon, when the
+sun was a little higher in the sky, the shoppers began arriving.
+
+The White Rocking Horse, proud and stiff, stood near the counter. How
+his red saddle, of real leather, glistened in the light! How fluffy
+were his mane and tail!
+
+Suddenly there came marching down the aisle of the store a boy whose
+feet made a great deal of noise, and who had a loud voice.
+
+"Here's the Rocking Horse I want!" he cried. "I'm going to have this
+one!" And in an instant he had leaped on the back of the White Horse,
+banging his heels on the painted sides and yanking on the leather
+reins.
+
+"Gid-dap! Gid-dap!" cried the rude boy, and he began kicking the White
+Rocking Horse in the ribs.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III
+
+A NICE MAN
+
+
+"Dear me!" thought the White Rocking Horse to himself, as he felt the
+boy banging hard, leather heels into his side. "This is quite
+dreadful! I hope I am not sold to this boy! He would be a very
+unpleasant master to have, I am sure!"
+
+Just because the White Rocking Horse and the other toys could not talk
+and move about when human eyes were watching them, did not stop them
+from thinking things to themselves, or from having feelings. And you
+may be very sure the White Rocking Horse felt that his feelings were
+very much hurt when the boy banged his heels so hard into the sides of
+the steed.
+
+"I certainly hope I am not going to belong to this boy," thought the
+White Rocking Horse, and he looked toward the toy counter. He saw the
+Calico Clown glancing sadly at him, and he noticed the Monkey on a
+Stick making funny faces at the boy.
+
+"I wish I could make that boy come over here and look at me," thought
+the Monkey. "Then he would let my friend, the White Rocking Horse,
+alone."
+
+But the rude boy seemed to like being in the red leather saddle on the
+back of the Rocking Horse.
+
+"Grid-dap! Go 'long there!" cried the boy, and again he clapped his
+heels against the wooden sides of the Horse, chipping off bits of
+paint. With his hands the boy yanked on the reins until he nearly
+pulled them off the head of the White Rocking Horse.
+
+A young lady clerk, who worked In the toy department, came along just
+then.
+
+"Please do not be so rough on the Horse, little boy," she said in a
+gentle voice.
+
+"I'm going to have this Horse!" shouted the rude boy, as he rocked to
+and fro. "I'm going to make my mother buy him for me for Christmas. Go
+'long! Gid-dap!"
+
+"Oh, I never could stand belonging to this boy!" thought the poor
+White Rocking Horse. "I should want to run away!"
+
+While the unpleasant boy was still in the saddle, swaying to and fro
+and banging his heels, a lady came walking down the aisle of the toy
+department.
+
+"Here's the Horse I want!" the boy cried to her. "He's a dandy! He has
+real hair in his tail and mane, and the saddle is real leather! Buy me
+this Horse!"
+
+"No, Reginald, I cannot buy you this Horse," said the lady. "It costs
+too much, and you have a rocking horse at home now."
+
+"Yes, but that one has no ears, his leg is broken, and he has no
+saddle or bridle," cried the boy. "I want this horse!"
+
+"Your horse was as good as this one when it was new," said the boy's
+mother. "If you had taken care of it, it would be a good horse yet."
+
+"Well, I couldn't help it 'cause his ears pulled off! I wanted him to
+stop rocking and he wouldn't!" grumbled the rude boy. "I had to pull
+his ears!"
+
+"Gracious! Think of pulling off the ears of a rocking horse because he
+wouldn't stay quiet!" said the Bold Tin Soldier to himself. "I hope
+our White Horse doesn't get this boy for a master."
+
+"I want this Horse! I want this one!" cried the boy, again banging his
+heels on the side of the toy.
+
+"No, Reginald, you cannot have it," said his mother,
+
+"Then I want this Calico Clown!" the boy exclaimed, jumping off the
+horse so quickly that the toy animal would have been knocked over,
+only the young lady clerk caught it and held it upright.
+
+The boy caught the Clown up in his hands, and began punching the toy
+in the chest to make the cymbals bang together.
+
+"Dear me, what a dreadful chap this boy is!" thought the Calico Clown.
+"So rough!"
+
+As for the White Rocking Horse, he began to feel better as soon as the
+boy was out of the saddle. True, his wooden sides were somewhat
+dented, but the young lady clerk said to her friend at the doll
+counter:
+
+"I'll get a little oil and rub the spots out. They won't show, and the
+Horse will be as good as ever. It's a shame such boys are allowed in
+the toy department."
+
+"Buy me this Calico Clown!" cried the boy, who was punching the gaily
+dressed toy, and making the cymbals clang. "I want this, if I can't
+have the Rocking Horse!"
+
+"No, you can't have anything until Christmas," said his mother. "Put
+it back, Reginald!"
+
+The boy frowned and tossed the Calico Clown back on the counter so
+hard one of the cymbals struck the Candy Rabbit and chipped a little
+piece of sugar off one ear.
+
+And all the toys were glad when the boy's mother finally took him
+away.
+
+"I must get you a pair of shoes, Reginald," she said.
+
+"I hope she gets him a pair that pinches his toes!" thought the Bold
+Tin Soldier. "Such boys should be taught not to break toys, and they
+never, never should be allowed to pull the ears off a rocking horse."
+
+And if the White Rocking Horse could have spoken, he would have said
+the same thing, I am sure.
+
+Other boys came in to try the White Rocking Horse, and they were all
+good boys. They took their place in the red saddle very quietly, and
+did not bang with their heels. Nor did they yank and seesaw on the
+reins that were fastened on the head of the Rocking Horse.
+
+"I would rather belong to two, or even three, of these good, kind
+boys, than to that one rude chap," said the White Rocking Horse to
+himself, as he swayed backward and forward on the floor in the toy
+department. He and the Lamb on Wheels were too large to be set on the
+counter with the Calico Clown, the Monkey on a Stick, the Candy Rabbit
+and the Bold Tin Soldier and other smaller toys.
+
+Slowly the day passed, and night was again coming on. Lights began to
+glow, for the days were short and evening came quickly--even before
+the store was closed.
+
+"I wonder if the Rocking Horse and the Elephant will finish their race
+tonight?" thought the Bold Tin Soldier, as he felt himself being taken
+out of his box to be looked at by a lady who was doing her Christmas
+shopping.
+
+It was almost closing time in the store when the White Rocking Horse,
+who felt much better since his sides had been rubbed with oil, heard a
+gentleman's voice speaking near him.
+
+"This is about what I want for Dick's Christmas," said the man to the
+young lady clerk. "Is this a good Rocking Horse?"
+
+"The best in the store; yes, sir," was the answer. "The tail and mane
+are real hair, and the saddle and bridle are real leather. The
+rockers, too, are nice and smooth, so the Horse will go fast."
+
+"Well, I don't want it to go too fast," said the man, smiling down at
+the White Rocking Horse as he patted its neck, "My son Dick is too
+small to ride even a rocking horse very fast. I think, though, that I
+will have Santa Claus bring him this one. And, as it is so near
+Christmas, and as you are so very busy, if you will have this wrapped
+up for me, I will take it home in my auto. I will help Santa Claus
+that much."
+
+"I'm sure he'll be glad to have you help him," replied the young lady,
+with a smile. "And I hope Dick will like this Horse. I am glad our
+Horse is going to a boy who will be kind to him."
+
+"Oh, Dick takes good care of his toys," said the man.
+
+"Well, thank goodness for that!" thought the White Rocking Horse. "Now
+like the Sawdust Doll, my adventures are going to start."
+
+And, if you will turn to the next chapter, you may read what happened.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV
+
+THE SUPRISE
+
+
+Through all this talk between the young lady of the store and the
+father who was buying something for his son's Christmas, to help busy
+Santa Claus, the White Rocking Horse never said a word. But he was
+doing as much thinking as a wooden horse ever did; I am sure of that.
+
+"I'll get some big sheets of paper and wrap the horse up for you,"
+said the young lady clerk to the man. "Are you sure you can get him in
+your auto?"
+
+"Oh, yes," the man answered. "I have plenty of room. There will be no
+one in the car but the horse and myself. We shall have a nice ride
+together. It will seem rather funny to be giving a horse a ride in an
+automobile. I have often seen a horse pull a broken or stalled
+automobile along the street, but I never saw a horse in an auto
+before," he said.
+
+"And I never did, either," replied the young lady, with a laugh, as
+she went to get the wrapping paper. "But then you know," she added,
+"this is not a regular horse."
+
+"No, he is a rocking chap," said the man. Then he turned to another
+part of the toy department.
+
+And as the young lady clerk was gone to get the paper and as the man
+was around the corner, over near the table where the checkers and
+dominoes were arranged in piles, the toys about which I have been
+telling you were left to themselves for a moment. And, of course, as
+there was no one to see them, they could move about and talk, if they
+wished. And they certainly did.
+
+"Where do you suppose you are going?" asked the Calico Clown of the
+
+White Rocking Horse.
+
+"I haven't the least idea," was the answer. "But I know one thing: I
+am very sorry to leave you, my friends. We have had some jolly times
+together. Only think--last night the Elephant and I were having a
+friendly race!"
+
+"Yes, and I wish I could have seen the finish of it," said the Bold
+Tin Soldier. "I am sure you would have won. A Rocking Horse is always
+faster than an Elephant."
+
+"I am not so sure about that," said the Monkey on a Stick. "I believe
+the Elephant would have beaten."
+
+"Well, we can't have the race now, that's sure," neighed the Horse. "I
+shall soon be leaving you."
+
+"Maybe I could race with the Elephant," suggested the woolly Lamb. "I
+have wheels on, and if the Elephant wears his roller skates that will
+make us both even. We could have the race to-night, perhaps."
+
+"Well, I hope you have jolly times when I am gone," said the White
+Rocking Horse. "Try to amuse yourselves."
+
+"We will," answered the Calico Clown. "But perhaps you will come back
+to see us, as the Sawdust Doll once did."
+
+"I'm afraid not," neighed the Horse. "You see, the Sawdust Doll came
+back because the little girl, whose mother bought the toy, carried the
+Doll in her arms. But I am too big to be carried in a boy's arms."
+
+"Yes, that is so," agreed the Bold Tin Soldier. "Horses have to travel
+along by themselves, or else ride in autos. But perhaps, my dear
+friend, you may get a chance to gallop back here to see us some
+night."
+
+"I should like to," the White Rocking Horse said; "but I don't see how
+it can be done. Some one would be sure to be looking."
+
+"Hush! Quiet, everybody!" whispered the Calico Clown. "The man is
+coming back!"
+
+And back he came, having finished looking at the checkers and
+dominoes. The young lady clerk also returned, with some large sheets
+of wrapping paper and a ball of string.
+
+The toys could talk among themselves no longer, but of course they
+could still think, and each one who was to be left behind thought how
+lonesome it would be with the White Rocking Horse gone.
+
+As for that wonderful chap, he was soon covered from the sight of his
+friends in the wrappings of paper. One sheet was put over his head, so
+he could see nothing more. Then his body and legs were wrapped in
+other papers, and the red saddle and bridle of real leather were
+covered up, as were the mane and tail of real hair.
+
+"There, I think he will ride very nicely in my auto now," said the
+man, as he paid the clerk for the White Rocking Horse. Then the man
+carried the Horse down in the elevator.
+
+At first it made the White Rocking Horse a little dizzy to be carried
+down in the elevator. He had not ridden in one for a long time--not
+since he was first brought to the big store from the Land of the North
+Pole, where he had been made in the work-shop of Santa Claus. Then the
+White Rocking Horse had been carried up to the toy department in a big
+freight elevator, with many others like himself. But that freight
+elevator went more slowly than the passenger one in which the man now
+carried down his boy's Christmas present, thus helping St. Nicholas,
+who was to be very busy that year.
+
+As the man went outside the store with his bundle the White Rocking
+Horse felt a cold chill run over him. He was so used to the warm store
+that he had forgotten the cold weather outside. It was snowing, too,
+and one or two white flakes sifted in through cracks of the wrapping
+paper, and fell on the Horse.
+
+"Well, this is certainly a strange adventure," thought the White
+Horse; "being carried along this way, out into a storm. I wonder what
+will happen next?"
+
+And the next he knew he was put in the back of an automobile and away
+he rode, faster than he ever could have traveled by himself--faster
+even than he had gone while racing with the Elephant on roller skates.
+
+The ride in the automobile through the snow made the White Rocking
+Horse rather sleepy, so he really did not know much about what
+happened on his trip through the storm. All he remembered was that he
+went quite fast and at last the car stopped.
+
+Then he felt himself being lifted out of the automobile, and he heard
+voices.
+
+"Is Dick out of the way?" the man asked.
+
+"Yes, he and Dorothy are up in the playroom," was the answer in a
+lady's voice. "You can carry the Horse right up to the attic. He can
+stay there until Santa Claus is ready to put him under the Christmas
+tree."
+
+"All right," said the man. "As long as Dick and Dorothy are out of the
+way I'll bring the Horse in. I don't want them to see it until
+Christmas."
+
+"Dorothy! Dorothy!" thought the Horse to himself. "Where have I heard
+that name before? I guess some little girl who was called that must
+have come to the toy department at one time or another. Well, now to
+see what happens next!"
+
+He felt himself being carried along. Dimly he saw lights, and he felt
+that he was in a warm place--as warm as the store had been. Then,
+suddenly, the wrapping papers were taken off him.
+
+"Oh, what a beautiful Rocking Horse!" exclaimed the lady. "I am sure
+Dick will be pleased. It's the same one I saw in the store. I am glad
+you got that one!"
+
+Now the White Rocking Horse was still rather dazed and still rather
+sleepy from his ride in the cold. Or else perhaps he would have been
+prepared for the surprise in store for him. Dimly he seemed to
+remember having heard that lady's voice before, and dimly he recalled
+having seen her before.
+
+Then, when his wrapping papers had been taken off, he was set down on
+the floor near a warm chimney in rather a bare and cheerless attic,
+and left to himself in the darkness.
+
+But the White Rocking Horse could see in the dark. And when he knew
+that no human eyes were watching him he spoke, in the make-believe
+language of toy land.
+
+"Is any one here--any toy to whom I can talk, and with whom I can have
+a little fun?" asked the White Horse out loud.
+
+There was no answer for a moment, and then a voice said:
+
+"You can talk to me, if you like, but it has been many years since I
+have had any fun. I am old and broken and covered with dust."
+
+"Who are you?" asked the White Horse.
+
+"I am an old Jumping Jack," was the answer. "Here I am, over by the
+chimney."
+
+"Oh, now I see you!" said the Horse. "But what is the matter? Are you
+so very old?"
+
+"Oh, yes, I am almost five Christmases old," was the answer. "My two
+legs are broken, and one of my arms, and the spring by which I used to
+jump is all worn out. So, as I am no longer of any use in this world,
+I am in the Attic Home. That is the last resting place of broken toys,
+you know."
+
+"I have heard of it," said the Rocking Horse rather sadly. "I hope I
+am not kept here."
+
+"Indeed you will not be," said the old Jumping Jack. "You are new, and
+are going to enjoy your first Christmas! Ah, how well I remember that!
+But there is no use worrying. I had some good times, I once made a
+little boy happy, and now I am content to stay here in the dust and
+darkness. I shall be glad to know that you are going to have a jolly
+time."
+
+"Thank you," said the White Rocking Horse.
+
+Then he and the old Jumping Jack talked together for some hours in the
+attic. All the next day they were together, and the White Rocking
+Horse told how he had once lived in a big department store, and how he
+had been given a ride in an automobile. And the Jumping Jack told his
+story, how he used to leap about and cut funny capers.
+
+The next night, after dark, a light was seen gleaming in the attic.
+The White Rocking Horse and the Jumping Jack had just begun to talk
+together, and the Horse was showing his friend how fast he could rock,
+when they had to stop, because the man came up. The lady was with him.
+
+"Dick and Dorothy are asleep now," said the lady. "We can take the
+Rocking Horse down, and leave him for Santa Claus to put under the big
+Christmas tree."
+
+"Yes, we can do that," the man said. "And here is an old Jumping Jack.
+It is broken, but the paint on it is still gay. I'll dust it off and
+take it down for the Christmas tree. It will make it look more jolly."
+And to his own great surprise the Jack was taken down with the White
+Rocking Horse.
+
+As for the Rocking Horse, so many things happened at once that he
+hardly knew where one began and the other left off. He saw some
+gleaming lights and red, blue, green and golden-yellow balls that
+seemed brighter than the sun. He saw a big, green tree. He saw many
+toys scattered under it. And one, in particular, made him open his
+eyes in wonder.
+
+For there, sitting on the carpet near him, was the Sawdust Doll! The
+very-same Sawdust Doll who had lived in the toy store with him!
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V
+
+A NIGHT RIDE
+
+
+The White Rocking Horse wanted to gallop across the room and back,
+because he felt so happy at seeing the Sawdust Doll again. As for the
+Sawdust Doll, she wanted to stand up and clap her hands, as the Calico
+Clown used to clap his cymbals together. But neither of the toys dared
+do anything, because, in the same room with them, were the father and
+mother of Dick and Dorothy. And the toys, as I told you, never moved
+or spoke when any one was near them.
+
+"The old Jumping Jack looks well on the Christmas tree," said the
+lady, as she smoothed out the dress of the Sawdust Doll.
+
+"Yes, I'm glad we brought him down out of the attic, poor fellow,"
+replied the man, as he rocked the Horse slowly to and fro, to make
+sure he was in a good place. "I wonder if these toys ever know or care
+what joy they give to the children?" he asked.
+
+"Oh, I think they do," said Dorothy's mother. "Do you know," she went
+on with a little laugh, "sometimes I think the toys are really alive,
+and can talk among themselves, and do things."
+
+"What nonsense!" laughed the man. "Do you think this Rocking Horse can
+come to life?" and he patted our toy friend.
+
+"Well, maybe not exactly come to life," answered his wife. "But I am
+sure they must have good times when we aren't looking. See that
+Sawdust Doll! Why, I really think she is looking at the Rocking Horse
+as if she knew him! And you know they did come from the same store."
+
+"Well, I think everything is ready now for Santa Claus," said the man.
+"We will leave the rest of the tree to him. It will soon be Christmas
+morning. Let us go out and leave the toys to themselves. Perhaps they
+will really have a good time, as you think."
+
+"I am sure they will," the lady said, laughing softly.
+
+Then the door was shut and of course you can guess what happened when
+no human eyes were there to watch the White Rocking Horse and Sawdust
+Doll.
+
+The Doll was the first to speak.
+
+"Oh, how glad I am to see you!" she said, as she stood up on her
+sawdust-stuffed legs and looked at the Horse high above her head. "You
+can't imagine how glad I am!"
+
+"And I am glad to see you," neighed the Horse. "I never dreamed I
+should be brought to the house where you were. Tell me, are you to be
+a Christmas present, too?"
+
+"No, I was bought for Dorothy's birthday," was the answer. "Don't you
+remember? I left the store some weeks ago. But Dorothy wanted me put
+under the Christmas tree with the other presents Santa Claus is to
+bring to her and Dick. But you are a Christmas present, I know."
+
+"Yes, I am," said the White Rocking Horse. "Real jolly, I call it! I
+never saw a Christmas tree before."
+
+"You haven't really seen this one yet," went on the Sawdust Doll. "Has
+he, Jumping Jack?" she asked.
+
+"Indeed I should say not," was the reply. "It has not been lighted as
+yet. I well remember the first Christmas tree I was put on. I was a
+gay, jumping chap then. My spring wasn't broken. But I am not going to
+talk about that. This is no time for sadness. Only, when the tree is
+lighted to-morrow night, Rocking Horse, you will see something very
+pretty. Will he not, Sawdust Doll?"
+
+"He certainly will! And now, please tell me about my friends in the
+store," she begged. "How are the Bold Tin Soldier and the Calico
+Clown?"
+
+
+"Each sent you his love," said the White Horse. "And the Candy Rabbit,
+the Lamb on Wheels and the Monkey on a Stick--each and every one
+wanted to be remembered to you."
+
+"That was very kind of them, I'm sure," said the Sawdust Doll. "But
+tell me--have you had any fun since I left?"
+
+"Oh, a little," was the answer. "Only last night the Elephant, who
+borrowed some roller skates, started to race with me," said the
+Rocking Horse. "We got as far as the elevators, but one of his skates
+came off. We started back and then the watchman came in and spoiled
+the fun."
+
+"What a shame!" cried the Sawdust Doll. "I wish I had been there to
+see. But I am so glad you have come to live here."
+
+"Is it a nice place?" asked the Horse.
+
+"Oh, the very nicest!" exclaimed the Sawdust Doll. "Dorothy is such a
+kind mistress to me. And you will find her brother Dick a kind master,
+too. I suppose you are going to belong to him."
+
+"Well, I haven't really heard much about it," said the Horse. "A
+number of boys came into the store and tried to ride me. One gave me
+some hard kicks in my side--so hard that I was afraid all my paint
+would come off. But a girl in the store oiled me, and I am all right
+again. I think I remember Dick."
+
+"Yes, he was in the store once, when. Dorothy's mother brought her
+little girl in to look at dolls, and I was the one the mother picked
+out because I had such brown eyes."
+
+"_Nice_ brown eyes, I think she said," cried the Rocking Horse.
+
+"Well, of course it would not do for me to say that," said the Sawdust
+Doll, smiling. "At any rate, here we two are, together, and in a happy
+home, and I am glad of it."
+
+"So am I," the Rocking Horse said.
+
+[Illustration: White Rocking Horse is Glad to See Sawdust Doll Again.]
+
+"And I am, too," came from the Jumping Jack. "If it had not been for
+you, my rocking friend," he went on, "I might be still dust-covered
+and in the attic." So the toys under the Christmas tree talked among
+themselves and even moved about a little, but not too much, for they
+could not tell at what moment some one might come in.
+
+And in the night Christmas came. The toys under the tree knew it just
+as well as if they had been real persons. They knew Santa Claus a
+great deal better than most real persons, too, having been made in the
+North Pole shop of St. Nicholas.
+
+"Well, you will soon have Dick riding on your back," said the Sawdust
+Doll to the Rocking Horse as, together, they waited beneath the green
+tree. "I can see the morning light coming over the hills. And I heard
+Dorothy and Dick saying yesterday that they were going to get up, even
+before the sun, to see what Santa Claus had brought them."
+
+"He certainly brought them a fine lot of presents," remarked the
+Jumping Jack, in a sort of rusty, squeaking voice. "I hope--"
+
+"Hush! Here they come, now!" whispered the Sawdust Doll.
+
+The door opened. In rushed two happy, laughing, shouting children.
+
+"Merry Christmas!" cried Dorothy.
+
+"Merry Christmas!" echoed Dick.
+
+"Oh, here is the set of dishes I wanted!" Dorothy exclaimed.
+
+"And here is my White Rocking Horse!" shouted Dick. "Oh, it's just the
+very one I hoped I'd get! Oh, what a dandy!"
+
+With a leap he was up on the red saddle and grasping the red reins in
+his hands.
+
+"Gid-dap!" cried the boy, and he beat a tattoo on the sides of the
+horse with his feet. But as Dick had on soft slippers, he did not hurt
+the White Rocking Horse in the least, nor did he chip off any paint.
+"Here I go! Here I go!" shouted Dick. "Oh, what a fine horse!"
+
+"He's lovely, Dick," said his sister.
+
+"Merry Christmas, children!" said Mother, as she came in to see the
+Christmas tree.
+
+"Merry Christmas!" they answered. "See what you have, Mother!"
+
+And there were presents for her and for Daddy also, under the tree.
+And Daddy came downstairs, rubbing his eyes and saying:
+
+"Merry Christmas!"
+
+The White Rocking Horse felt very happy and so did the Sawdust Doll,
+and even the Jumping Jack was as jolly as the rest.
+
+"You may have a ride on my horse if you want to, Dorothy," said Dick,
+as he slowly brought his steed to a stop.
+
+"Thank you," answered his sister. "And when I have a play party with
+my new Christmas dishes you may come and have some cake."
+
+And so Christmas came and brought happiness with it to Dick and
+Dorothy and also to the White Rocking Horse and the Sawdust Doll. For
+the toys were in a fine house and had a kind master and mistress. And
+that means more than you think to toys.
+
+I cannot begin to tell you all that happened this Christmas Day. Boy
+and girl playmates of Dorothy and Dick came over to see what Santa
+Claus had brought their friends, and the visitors showed their own
+presents. Among the callers were Mirabell and Arnold, the boy and girl
+who lived next door.
+
+"Oh, what nice things you have!" said Mirabell. "I got nice presents,
+too. I wanted a Lamb on Wheels, such as I once saw in the store, but I
+have so many things I don't exactly need that now. Maybe I'll get one
+later on."
+
+"And I wanted a Bold Tin Soldier," said Arnold, her brother. "But I
+have a pop gun and a drum, and I'll wait until my birthday for the
+soldier."
+
+The children had jolly Christmas fun, and at night the tree was
+lighted.
+
+"Oh, what a beautiful sight!" said the White Rocking Horse to the
+Sawdust Doll, when they were alone in the room for a moment and could
+talk without being overheard.
+
+"I told you that you'd see something wonderful," said the old Jumping
+Jack.
+
+"You were right," said the Rocking Horse. "It is beautiful!"
+
+The fun of Christmas night was as jolly as that during the day, but at
+last Mother said:
+
+"Come now, children, it is time to go to sleep. You may play with your
+White Rocking Horse to-morrow, Dick. And you may have a play party for
+your Sawdust Doll, Dorothy."
+
+And, very happy indeed, brother and sister went to bed.
+
+It became very still and quiet and dark in the house. It was like the
+hour in the department store when there is no one to see the toys.
+
+"Now I can move about," said the White Rocking Horse, who had been
+taken up to Dick's room. "I wish I could see the Sawdust Doll and have
+a talk with her."
+
+"She is in Dorothy's room," said an old Driver, who had once sat on a
+tin express wagon. "Dorothy always takes her doll to bed with her."
+
+"Then I think I'll go in and see my friend," said the Horse. "I can
+gallop softly down the hall and into Dorothy's room. As long as no one
+sees me I am allowed to move about."
+
+"Yes, go ahead," said the Driver. "I'd go with you if I still had my
+wagon. Go and see the Sawdust Doll."
+
+So rocking softly over the thick carpet, and making no noise, the
+White Horse made his way out of Dick's room, down the hall, and
+straight to where Dorothy was sleeping with the Sawdust Doll on the
+pillow beside her.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI
+
+THE BROKEN LEG
+
+
+The White Rocking Horse stopped in the hall outside of Dorothy's room.
+The door was open, and in the dim glow of a night-light the Horse
+could see the Sawdust Doll on the bed.
+
+"Hi there! Hist! Come on out here and have a talk!" called the Rocking
+Horse.
+
+"What's that? Who is calling me?" asked the Sawdust Doll, for she had
+fallen asleep, being rather tired from having had so much Christmas
+fun that day.
+
+"I am calling you," answered the White Rocking Horse. "Come on out
+into the hall. I don't want to come in, for fear some one might come
+along. And it would never do to let it be known that we toys can move
+and talk when no one sees us."
+
+"Indeed, no; never!" exclaimed the Sawdust Doll. "Wait a minute and
+I'll come out to you. As you say, it would not do to be caught. I'll
+slip down and come out."
+
+The White Rocking Horse waited in the hall. Soon he heard a little
+thud on the carpet. That was the Sawdust Doll sliding down out of
+Dorothy's bed to the floor. A moment later she stood beside the
+Rocking Horse in the hall.
+
+"I hope you won't take cold," said the Horse softly. "It is breezy in
+this hall."
+
+"Oh, no, I have a nice little warm shawl Dorothy made for me,"
+answered the Sawdust Doll. "Thank you for thinking of me, though."
+
+"Well, you see I want to be able to take a good report of you back to
+your friends in the toy store," neighed the Horse.
+
+"Do you think you will ever get back there again?" the Doll asked, as
+she snuggled up in a corner, wrapping the shawl around her.
+
+"I don't know," the Horse replied. "Of course I could rock back to the
+store if no one saw me, but it is a long way, and if I went through
+the streets I'd almost certainly be seen."
+
+"I think so, too," said the Doll. "I'm afraid we shall just have to
+stay here together the rest of our lives."
+
+"Well, I like it in this house since you are here," said the Horse.
+"And who knows, perhaps some of the other toys may join us here on
+some future Christmas or birthday."
+
+"Wouldn't that be fine!" exclaimed the Doll, clapping her hands. "I'd
+dearly love to see the Bold Tin Soldier again, and the Calico Clown,
+the Lamb on Wheels, the Candy Rabbit and the Monkey on a Stick."
+
+"I'd like to finish the race with the Elephant on his roller skates,"
+said the Horse, laughing softly. "But I don't suppose I ever shall. He
+did look so funny when one skate came off!"
+
+"I wish I had been there to see," said the Sawdust Doll. "Now tell me
+all that happened in the store after I left."
+
+So the Horse told of the different happenings, how sometimes rough
+boys ran in and jumped on his back, and how one unpleasant chap
+punched the Calico Clown so hard that the cymbals were nearly broken,
+and how the Candy Rabbit had a bit of sugar chipped from one ear.
+
+"Dear me! How exciting!" cried the Sawdust Doll.
+
+"And now tell me about yourself," urged the White Rocking Horse. "Have
+you had any adventures??"
+
+"Oh, I should say I had! Yes, indeed!" was the answer. "Did I tell you
+about the time Dick ran over me with the rocking chair, pretending it
+was a Horse like you? My sawdust ran out of a hole in my side, and I
+fainted!"
+
+"No! Really? Did you?"
+
+"Indeed I did. It was the strangest feeling!"
+
+"But I should think, if all your sawdust ran out--and, really, how
+terrible that must have been--you wouldn't be here any more," said the
+Horse.
+
+"Oh, it didn't _all_ run out!" the Doll answered. "Dorothy's father
+hurried to the carpenter shop and got more sawdust, and Dorothy's
+mother sewed it, up in me so I was all right again."
+
+"I'm glad of that," remarked the White Rocking Horse.
+
+"So am I," said the Doll. "But do you know, since then, I have not
+been quite the same."
+
+"In what way?" asked the White Rocking Horse.
+
+"Well, I seem to have a little indigestion," went on the Sawdust Doll.
+"I think the carpenter shop sawdust they stuffed into me was not the
+same kind that was put in me when I was made in the North Pole shop of
+Santa Claus."
+
+"Very likely not," agreed the Horse. "All sawdust is not alike. But
+still you are looking rather well."
+
+"I am glad you think so," remarked the Doll. "But now let us talk of
+something pleasant. Tell me, again, about the race you had with the
+Elephant on his roller skates."
+
+So the White Horse did, but as you know as much of that funny race as
+I do, there is no need of putting it in here again.
+
+So the two friends talked together in the hall until, all of a sudden,
+the Doll exclaimed:
+
+"Oh, it is getting daylight! We must go back to our places--you to
+Dick's room and I to Dorothy's. Quick!"
+
+The White Rocking Horse galloped back down the hall, and the Doll made
+her way into the room of the little girl whose birthday present she
+was.
+
+Now whether the carpenter shop sawdust was not the right kind to
+enable the Doll to move quickly enough, and whether the oil the clerk
+had rubbed on the side of the Horse made him a bit slow and slippery,
+I cannot say. Anyhow, daylight suddenly broke just as the Doll reached
+the side of Dorothy's bed, and before she had time to climb up into it
+by taking hold of the blankets.
+
+As for the Horse, he was only half way inside Dick's room when the sun
+came up and awakened both children. And of course, their eyes being
+open, Dorothy looking at her Doll and Dick at his Horse, neither toy
+dared move.
+
+"Oh! Oh!" cried Dick, when he saw that his White Rocking Horse was on
+the other side of the room from where he had left it when he went to
+sleep the night before. "Oh! Oh! Some one had my Horse!"
+
+"What makes you think so?" asked his father, coming in to see what
+Dick was shouting about.
+
+"Because he's moved," the little boy answered. "My Rocking Horse has
+moved!"
+
+"I guess the wind blew him," said Daddy. "The wind from your open
+window blew on the horse, made him rock to and fro, and he moved in
+that way."
+
+But Dick shook his head.
+
+"Either my Horse moved by himself in the night when I was asleep," he
+said, "or else somebody was riding him."
+
+And when Dorothy awakened and saw her Doll lying on the carpet just
+under the edge of the bed, the little girl cried out, as Dick had
+done:
+
+"Oh! Oh! Oh!"
+
+"What's the matter?" asked Mother, hurrying in.
+
+"Somebody took my Doll out of bed, or else she got out herself in the
+night!" said Dorothy.
+
+"She probably fell out," said Mother, with a laugh. "The Doll couldn't
+get out herself, and no one has been in your room."
+
+But we know what happened, don't we?
+
+One day, about a week after Christmas, there came a warm, sunny day.
+
+"May I take my Rocking Horse out on the porch and ride him?" asked
+Dick of his mother.
+
+"Yes," she answered.
+
+"And I'll take my Sawdust Doll out there, and maybe Mirabell and
+Arnold will come over and we can have a play party," said Dorothy.
+
+The children went out on the porch, and they could look over next door
+and see their two little friends.
+
+"See how fast I can ride my horse!" called Dick to Arnold.
+
+The boy got up on the back of the White Horse and rocked to and fro.
+And the Horse traveled across the porch, as a rocking chair sometimes
+travels across the room.
+
+"Oh, he's a fine Horse!" cried Arnold, as he came over to play,
+bringing his toy train of cars with him. And Mirabell brought her wax
+doll. "Let me ride him, Dick, will you?"
+
+After Dick and Arnold had taken turns riding on the White Horse, they
+left him on the edge of the porch to play with the toy train. Suddenly
+Carlo, the fuzzy dog that had once carried the Sawdust Doll out to his
+kennel, hiding her in the straw, ran around the corner of the house,
+barking loudly.
+
+"Bow-wow! Bow-wow!" barked Carlo, and he ran straight for the White
+Rocking Horse.
+
+How it happened no one seemed to know, but Carlo upset the Horse,
+which tumbled down the porch steps with many a bang and bump.
+
+"Dear me!" thought the Horse, "This is not a pleasant adventure at all!
+What is going to happen?"
+
+"Bang! Bump! Crack!" sounded he rolled over and over down the steps.
+
+"Oh, what a pain in my leg!" said White Rocking Horse to himself.
+
+Dick ran over to his toy, and when he saw his White Horse lying on the
+sidewalk at the foot of the steps, the little boy cried:
+
+"Oh, his leg is broken! Oh, the leg of my White Rocking Horse is
+broken! I can never ride him again!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII
+
+IN THE TOY HOSPITAL
+
+
+Dick made such a fuss out on the porch, crying, when he saw his toy
+lying at the foot of the steps, that the boy's mother hurried out to
+see what the trouble was.
+
+"Dear me! Did you fall off?" asked Mother, as she saw the Horse lying
+on its side and Dick standing at the bottom of the porch steps near
+his toy. "Are you hurt, Sonny?"
+
+"Oh, no, Mother. But my Horse is! My Christmas Horse is hurt."
+
+"You can't hurt a wooden rocking horse," said Mother, as she went over
+to see what had happened.
+
+"Oh, yes you can!" sobbed Dick, for he was so little a boy that he was
+not ashamed to cry. "My Horse's leg is broken! I can never ride him
+again! Oh, dear!"
+
+Mother looked at the Horse lying on its side at the foot of the steps.
+If there had been no one there to look on, the Horse might have tried
+to get up, even with all his pain. But, as it was against the rules to
+move or say anything as long as human eyes were watching, the poor
+White Rocking Horse just had to lie there.
+
+"Dear me, one of the legs really is broken," said Mother, as she set
+the Horse upright. And, being a wooden horse with rockers under him,
+such as some chairs have, the Horse could stand upright, even though
+one of his legs was cracked clear through.
+
+"Yes, his leg is broken, and now I can never have a ride on him any
+more!" sobbed Dick. "Oh, dear!"
+
+"Oh, it isn't as bad as all that," said Mother, with a kind smile as
+she patted her little boy's head. "I think we can have the broken leg
+mended. But how did it happen? Did you ride your Horse off the porch,
+Dick?"
+
+"No, Mother," he answered. "I was playing with Arnold's train, and
+Carlo ran around the corner, barking, and he ran between my Horse's
+legs, I guess, and upset him. Oh, isn't it too bad?"
+
+"Yes; but it might be worse," replied Mother. "If _your_ leg had been
+broken, or Dorothy's or Mirabell's or Arnold's, it could not so easily
+be mended."
+
+"Can you mend the broken leg of my White Rocking Horse?" asked Dick
+eagerly.
+
+"I cannot mend it, myself," Mother answered. "But I will have Daddy
+take your Horse to the hospital."
+
+"I was in the hospital once," put in Arnold, "and I had some bread and
+jelly."
+
+"Will they give my Horse bread and jelly in the hospital?" asked Dick
+of Mother.
+
+"Hardly that," she replied with a smile. "It is not the same kind of
+hospital. The one where I will have Daddy take your White Rocking
+Horse is a toy hospital, where all sorts of broken playthings are
+mended. There your Horse will be made as good as new."
+
+"Oh, I shall be so glad if he is," said Dick.
+
+And the White Horse himself, though he dared say nothing just then,
+thought how glad he would be to have his broken leg mended. Some of
+the splinters were sticking him, and though of course I do not mean to
+say that a wooden horse has the same pain with a broken leg as a boy
+or girl or a chicken or a rooster would have, still it is no fun.
+
+Patrick, the gardener, came out and carried the broken-legged Rocking
+Horse into the front hall.
+
+"We'll let him stand there until Daddy comes home with the auto and
+can take him to the hospital," said Mother.
+
+And then it was that the White Rocking Horse had a chance to speak to
+the Sawdust Doll. Dorothy laid her Doll on a chair in the hall to help
+Dick, Mirabell and Arnold bring the toy train inside, as it was
+getting too cold to play out on the porch.
+
+"I'm sorry," murmured the Doll.
+
+[Illustration: What Happened to You?" Asked White Rocking Horse.]
+
+"Oh, ho!" exclaimed Dick's Daddy, when he came home and heard the
+story. "A Rocking Horse with a broken leg! Of course I'll take him to
+the toy hospital."
+
+And, not waiting for his supper, lest the hospital be closed, Daddy
+wrapped the White Rocking Horse in a sheet, put him once more in the
+back of the automobile and started off.
+
+A little later the White Rocking Horse found himself in the toy
+hospital. It was not such a place as you have seen if you have ever
+been in the buildings where sick people are made well. There were no
+beds and no doctors and no queer smells. Yes, wait a minute, there
+were queer smells of glue and paste, but the White Rocking Horse
+rather liked them.
+
+Instead of a doctor there was a jolly-looking man, with a long apron,
+and a square, paper cap.
+
+"Can you mend the broken leg of this Rocking Horse?" asked Dick's
+father. The hospital toy doctor looked at the White Rocking Horse.
+
+"I shall have to put a new piece in his leg," he said. "It is badly
+splintered half way down."
+
+"Will it be as strong as before, so my little boy can ride?" asked
+Daddy.
+
+"It will be even stronger," answered the hospital toy doctor. "I will
+have him ready for you in a few days; perhaps tomorrow."
+
+"And will the broken leg show?" asked Daddy.
+
+"Hardly any," was the reply. "I will paint it over so you will never
+know it."
+
+"Then the Horse will be almost as good as ever," said Daddy.
+
+"Just as good," said the toy doctor, and the Horse felt much better
+when he heard this. His leg did not pain him so much.
+
+The hospital toy doctor set the White Rocking Horse over in one corner
+near a work bench. Dick's Daddy, after a look around the hospital
+started back home in his automobile.
+
+"We'll soon have you fixed, my fine fellow!" said the toy doctor, as
+he again took up his work of putting a new pair of eyes in a wax doll.
+"We'll make as good a Horse of you as before."
+
+"I certainly am glad of that," thought the Horse to himself.
+
+It soon became too dark for the toy doctor to see to work any longer,
+even though he lighted the gas. So he took off his long apron, laid
+aside his square, paper cap, locked up the place and went home.
+
+And then the White Rocking Horse took a long breath.
+
+"Now that I am alone I'll move about, as well as I can on three legs,
+and talk to some of the broken toys here," said the White Rocking
+Horse aloud. "Are you badly hurt?" he asked a Jack in the Box, who was
+on the work-bench near by.
+
+"My spring is gone," was the answer. "I was brought here to have a new
+one put in."
+
+"Well, I hope you will soon be mended," said the White Horse. "I
+wonder if any of my friends are here in this hospital? I say, toys!"
+he cried, "let's all talk together and--"
+
+All at once a big white paper spread out on the bench began to move,
+and out from under it came a toy, at the sight of which the Horse
+exclaimed:
+
+"Well, I do declare! Who would have thought to find you here? What
+happened to you? Dear me, what a surprise!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII
+
+HOME AGAIN
+
+
+Many of the toys, which had been mended since having been brought to
+the hospital, stood up and looked at the White Rocking Horse as he
+called to them, and they wondered what had surprised him so.
+
+"My goodness, that Horse is making a great deal of noise," said a
+large Wooden Soldier, one of whose legs was in splints. It had been
+broken in three places when the little boy, who owned the Soldier, had
+struck him with a drumstick.
+
+"I should say that Horse was making a great deal of noise," agreed a
+Tin Poodle Dog, whose tail needed straightening. "What's it all about,
+Mr. Horse?" he barked.
+
+"Excuse me, my toy friends, I did not mean to disturb you," said the
+White Rocking Horse kindly. "But I was so surprised to see an old
+friend of mine here that I just couldn't help calling out."
+
+"Who is your friend?" asked a Double Humped Camel from a Noah's Ark.
+
+"There he is," said the Horse, and he waved his tail toward the animal
+which had come out from under the big piece of white paper on the work
+bench of the toy hospital doctor.
+
+All the other toys looked, and saw an Elephant. But the White Rocking
+Horse did more than look. He cried out:
+
+"To think of seeing you here, my Elephant friend! Why, the last time
+we were together was in the toy store!"
+
+"Yes, and I was trying to race with you on roller skates," said the
+Elephant, with a laugh. "Wasn't it funny when my skate came off?"
+
+The other toys stared in interest.
+
+"Very funny," agreed the Horse. "We must tell our friends here about
+it. But I am sorry to see what has happened to you, Mr. Elephant!"
+went on the Horse. "Did you get broken this way when you fell off the
+roller skates, or anything like that? You certainly do look queer--not
+at all like yourself!"
+
+"And I don't feel like myself," said the Elephant.
+
+Well might he say that, for his trunk was broken off short, and you
+know, as well as I do, that an elephant without a trunk doesn't look
+at all like himself. He might just as well, or even better, have no
+tail, as far as looks go.
+
+"What happened to you?" asked the Horse.
+
+"Oh, I have had many adventures," replied the Elephant. "After you
+were taken away by the man in the automobile, I was sold to a lady and
+a little boy and taken to their home."
+
+"Was it a nice place?" the Horse wanted to know.
+
+"The place was all right," the Elephant answered. "But that little
+boy! Dear me! I don't just know what to say about him, he certainly
+did not treat me very nicely. Why, do you know," he went on, speaking
+in rather a funny voice on account of his trunk being broken off, "he
+never gave me a single peanut all the while I was with him!"
+
+"No! Really? Was he as unkind as that?" asked the broken Jack in the
+Box.
+
+"But that wasn't the worst," continued the Elephant. "After the boy
+had dropped some bread and jam on me, he thought he'd wash me off in
+the bath room. He took me up to carry me there, but he dropped me on
+the hard, tile floor and--well, you see what happened to me. My trunk
+was broken off--broken off short!"
+
+"What a sad accident!" exclaimed the Horse.
+
+"You may well say so," returned the Elephant. "The little boy was
+sorry for me, I'll say that of him. He called his mother and she tried
+to fix me. She glued my trunk on, but she got it crooked and when I
+saw myself in the glass I was ashamed! I was glad none of the other
+toy animals could see me."
+
+"What happened next?" asked the Horse, as the Elephant stopped to
+catch his breath. It rather made him out of breath to talk without his
+trunk.
+
+"Well, after the boy's mother glued my trunk on he played with me for
+a while, but he dropped me again, and my trunk broke off again in the
+same place. After that the boy's father said I had better come to the
+hospital. So here I am."
+
+"But where is your trunk?" asked the Horse.
+
+"Back under that piece of paper where I was sleeping," the big animal
+answered. "It is to be fastened on me properly tomorrow. The toy
+hospital doctor first washed the jam off me. I was made clean again,
+and I was glad of that. Then, to keep the dust off me, he put me under
+that paper. But when I heard you speaking, White Rocking Horse, I just
+had to come out, trunk or no trunk."
+
+"I'm glad you did," said the White Rocking Horse. "Really, when I look
+at you again, I get rather used to seeing you without your trunk,
+though at first I hardly knew you. Do you suffer much now?"
+
+"Not as much as I did," was the answer. "But I shall be all right
+after to-morrow, when my trunk is to be put back on. Then I suppose
+I'll go back to that boy's house."
+
+"I hope he treats you better," said the White Horse.
+
+"I think he will," replied the Elephant. "When his father took me away
+he said the boy could not have me back after I was mended until he
+knew how to handle his toys. So I have hopes of being better off with
+my mended trunk than before."
+
+"Let us all hope so," sighed the Tin Poodle Dog. "It's queer how cruel
+some children are to us. They think, because we are toys, we have no
+feelings."
+
+"Yes, that is so," said the White Horse. "But Dick, the boy who owns
+me, is very kind. It was an accident that my leg was broken. Carlo, a
+poodle dog something like you, my tin friend, only real, ran too close
+to me and knocked me down the steps," said the Horse to the Tin Poodle
+Dog.
+
+"Oh, so you are injured, too, are you?" asked the Elephant. "I have
+been talking so much about myself, Mr. Horse, that I never thought to
+ask what your trouble was. Will you kindly pardon me?"
+
+"Certainly," neighed the Horse, politely. "And now, as we are here by
+ourselves, and no one can see us, suppose we have a little fun-that
+is, as much fun as we can, broken and twisted as we are."
+
+"Hurray! That's it! Let's have some fun!" cried the Tin Poodle Dog,
+with a funny little bark.
+
+So the Elephant with the broken trunk told about his queer race on
+roller skates, the Horse spoke of the Christmas tree, and the other
+animals related their adventures. They had a good time together until
+morning came. Then, when it was time for the toy hospital doctor to
+come to his shop, the Elephant got back under the paper that was to
+keep him clean until he was mended, the Horse slowly hobbled back to
+his place, the Tin Poodle Dog leaned up against the broken Jack in the
+Box, and all the toys became as quiet as though they had never spoken
+or moved about.
+
+"Hum, lots of work for me to-day!" said the toy hospital doctor, as he
+put on his apron and his square, paper cap. "I must mend the broken
+leg of that Rocking Horse as soon as I fix the Elephant's trunk."
+
+Then the toy doctor took the Elephant from under the paper and, after
+blowing off a little dust, began work. He made a new piece of trunk
+out of wood and cloth, and painted it until it looked just like part
+of the Elephant. Then the two pieces were fastened together with
+wooden pins, and also some glue.
+
+"There! Now you are stronger than you were before," said the toy
+hospital doctor, putting the Elephant on a shelf. "And now for the
+broken leg of the Rocking Horse. Dear me, that is quite a bad break,"
+said the toy doctor. "I think I shall have to make him a whole new
+wooden leg."
+
+The White Rocking Horse felt glad when he heard this. For he was
+rather a proud chap, and when he had seen part of the Elephant's old
+trunk put back on that animal, the Horse thought of how he would look
+with part of his old broken leg glued fast.
+
+"I had much rather have a whole new leg," he said to himself.
+
+And that is exactly what he had. Out of a piece of wood the toy doctor
+made a new leg for the Rocking Horse. He took off the old, splintered
+one, that had been broken in the fall off the porch. Then the new leg
+was put in place.
+
+"There! When it's painted no one will ever know one of his legs was
+broken," said the toy doctor.
+
+The new leg was smoothed with sandpaper, and then painted just the
+color of the other legs.
+
+"I'm glad he painted my new leg," thought the Horse. "I would look
+very funny with three white legs and one brown or red one. Yes, this
+toy doctor is a very smart man. I feel quite myself now."
+
+The toy hospital doctor was busy in his shop all day, mending things
+that children break in their play, and toward evening Dick's father
+came in.
+
+"Is my boy's White Rocking Horse mended?" the man asked.
+
+"Yes, all ready for you," answered the toy doctor. "I finished him
+sooner than I expected to. The paint is hardly dry, but it will be by
+morning. I made him a new leg."
+
+"That's good!" exclaimed the man. "My little boy wants to ride his
+Rocking Horse. He misses him very much."
+
+Back home went the White Rocking Horse. And when Dick saw him he
+clapped his hands and cried:
+
+"Oh, how glad I am! May I take a ride?"
+
+"If you are careful of the newly-painted leg," his father answered.
+"I'll lift you up into the saddle."
+
+And when Dick sat in the red leather seat and pulled on the red reins
+and shouted to his Horse he was a very happy boy, and the White
+Rocking Horse felt glad also.
+
+"Gid-dap!" called Dick. "Gid-dap, my Rocking Horse!" And the Horse
+galloped across the room.
+
+All of a sudden Dorothy came running into the playroom where Dick sat
+on his Horse.
+
+"Oh, Dick! Dick!" cried the little girl. "Come on down to the kitchen,
+quick! Carlo has something under a chair! Maybe it's a big mouse! Come
+and see!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX
+
+TWO BAD MEN
+
+
+Dick jumped off his Rocking Horse.
+
+"What did you say Carlo had?" he asked his sister.
+
+"I don't know," Dorothy answered. "But I was down in the kitchen, and
+Mary had just given me some bread and sugar, and I saw Carlo under a
+chair. He had something in his mouth and he was shaking it. And it was
+brown and fuzzy and maybe it's a mouse. You'd better come, 'cause
+Mary's standin' up on a chair and hollerin' awful loud. It's fun."
+
+"Oh, I'll come!" cried Dick. "But where's Mother?"
+
+"Oh, she's in the parlor with some ladies," answered the little girl.
+"I didn't tell her."
+
+"That's right," said Dick, hurrying over to a closet in the playroom.
+
+"What are you going to do?" asked Dorothy. "You'd better hurry if you
+want to help Carlo catch that mouse."
+
+"I am hurrying," Dick said. "But I want to get my soldier cap and my
+pop gun."
+
+"What for?" the little girl wanted to know.
+
+"'Cause I'm going to make believe I'm a captain, and the mouse is an
+enemy, and I'm going to capture the enemy. Like in war."
+
+Down to the kitchen the children hurried. They could hear their dog
+Carlo barking and growling, and they could hear Mary, the cook,
+laughing.
+
+"She isn't very scared, I guess," said Dick.
+
+"Well, she _was_, and she was up on a chair," declared Dorothy. "Come
+on, Dick!"
+
+Together they hurried into the kitchen. Mary was no longer standing on
+a chair. Instead she was sitting down in one, laughing as hard as she
+could laugh.
+
+Carlo was out in the middle of the floor, tossing up into the air
+something brown and fuzzy.
+
+"Where's the mouse?" cried Dick. "I want to see if I can shoot it with
+my pop gun."
+
+"Mouse? There isn't any mouse, Dick!" laughed Mary.
+
+"Dorothy said there was," he declared.
+
+"Yes, and I thought there was, too," went on the cook. "But it was
+only a piece of fur that Carlo had. It's one of the tails off Martha's
+fur neck-piece. She dropped it, and Carlo found it. I guess he thought
+it was a mouse, and I did, too, at first."
+
+"Bow wow! Gurr-r-r-r-r!" growled the poodle dog, as he shook and
+tossed the fuzzy thing. And as it fell near Dick the boy looked and
+saw that, indeed, it was only a piece of fur, as Mary had said.
+
+"I thought it was a mouse," said Dorothy. "And I guess Carlo did,
+too."
+
+"If it had been I could have made it run back to its hole when I
+banged my pop gun at it!" declared Dick. "Now I guess I'll play I'm a
+soldier captain on a horse. I'm going to ride my Rocking Horse," he
+went on, as he hurried back to the playroom.
+
+"I'll take my Sawdust Doll," said Dorothy, "and we'll have some fun."
+
+All day long the children played, and after supper, when it was time
+for them to go to bed, Dick pulled his Rocking Horse out into the
+hall.
+
+"Are you going to leave him there all night?" asked his mother.
+
+"Yes," he answered. "I want to put my railroad track down in the
+playroom in the morning, and there isn't room if I have the Rocking
+Horse in there too. I'll make believe the hall is his stable."
+
+"Then I'll not leave my Sawdust Doll out there, for she cannot sleep
+in a stable," said Dorothy.
+
+Dick's mother intended to move the White Rocking Horse out of the way,
+for it took up too much room in the hall, but she forgot about it when
+callers came that evening, and, when the family went to bed, the Horse
+was still out near the head of the stairs that led down to the first
+floor.
+
+The house became quiet, only a dim light gleaming in the upper hall,
+and the White Rocking Horse drew a long breath.
+
+"Now I can be myself," he thought. "I can come to life. I wish I could
+see the Sawdust Doll and talk to her," he said half aloud.
+
+"Well, here I am," and the Sawdust Doll came out of Dorothy's room.
+"The little girl is asleep," went on the Sawdust Doll, "so I came out
+to talk to you. I want to hear all that happened in the toy hospital.
+I haven't had a chance to ask you since you got back."
+
+"And I haven't had a chance to talk to you," went on the White Rocking
+Horse. "It is nice and quiet, now, and we can talk as long as we like;
+or at least until morning comes."
+
+"It must be a funny place--that hospital," said the Sawdust Doll.
+
+"It is," answered the Rocking Horse. "But I would much rather be here
+with you."
+
+"Thank you," replied the Sawdust Doll.
+
+Now, while the toys were thus talking together in the middle of the
+night, two bad men were prowling around the house where Dick and
+Dorothy and their father and mother lived. The two bad men were called
+burglars, and they wanted to get in, and take the silver knives,
+forks, and other things that were in the dining room, and perhaps some
+rings from the dresser in the room of Dorothy's mother.
+
+And as the White Rocking Horse and the Sawdust Doll were talking
+together at the head of the stairs the two bad men made their way into
+the house by unlocking the front door with a false key one of them
+carried.
+
+"Hush! Don't make a noise!" said the big burglar.
+
+"No, we must be very quiet," said the little burglar.
+
+But, quiet as they were, and whisper as softly as they did, the White
+Rocking Horse heard them.
+
+"Some one is coming," said the Horse to the Sawdust Doll. "We must
+stop talking now. We dare not talk or move if human eyes look at us,
+and some one is coming."
+
+"Then I had better hurry back to Dorothy's room," said the Doll.
+
+"Too late! They are coming up the stairs," whispered the Horse. "Stay
+where you are and I'll stay here too!"
+
+So the Sawdust Doll flopped down on the carpet and the Rocking Horse
+remained very still and quiet right at the edge of the top step.
+
+Up the stairs came the big burglar walking slowly and softly.
+
+"Look out!" whispered the little burglar, who remained at the foot of
+the stairs. "I see something white! Look out!"
+
+"It is only a Rocking Horse," whispered back the big burglar. "A White
+Rocking Horse! And a Sawdust Doll is here, too. I guess the children
+must have forgotten and left them in the hall. And that Sawdust Doll
+is just what I want. I know somebody I can give her to. I'll take
+her!"
+
+The Sawdust Doll would have screamed and run away if she had dared,
+but she could not while the burglar was looking at her. The bad man
+reached out to pick up the Sawdust Doll, but his foot slipped, and, to
+save himself from falling, he made a grab for one of the legs of the
+White Rocking Horse.
+
+Now whether the Horse kicked out; or not, I cannot say. It may be that
+he did, and, again, it may be that he did not. Anyhow, all of a sudden
+the White Horse toppled right over on top of the bad burglar, and down
+the stairs they went, bumpity-bump! all in a heap, right toward the
+little burglar standing at the foot. Down the stairs rolled the big
+burglar and the White Rocking Horse.
+
+"Bang! Bing! Bung!" was the noise they made.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER X
+
+THE GRASS PARTY
+
+
+Standing at the foot of the stairs was the little burglar. He was
+waiting while the big, bad man went upstairs to see if he could get
+any jewelry. And when the big burglar touched the White Rocking Horse,
+and it toppled over on him, and when both of them fell down the stairs
+together, making a loud noise, they fell right on top of the little
+burglar.
+
+"Oh! Oh, dear! Oh, dear me!" cried the little burglar when he was
+struck by the big bad man and the White Rocking Horse. "Oh, what is
+all this? What are you doing, Jake?" he cried.
+
+"Me? I'm not doing anything!" exclaimed the big burglar, as he went
+bumpity-bump along the lower hall, turning over and over in
+somersaults, just as the little burglar was doing.
+
+"Not doing anything? Why, you came tumbling downstairs right on top of
+me!" cried the little burglar. "Why did you do that?"
+
+"I--I couldn't help it," answered the big burglar. "That white thing
+you saw was a Rocking Horse, and there was a Sawdust Doll near it. I
+reached out to get the Doll, and the Horse stuck out his hind legs and
+kicked me down the stairs. That's what he did!"
+
+"Nonsense!" exclaimed the little burglar. "A White Rocking Horse
+didn't kick you! A wooden horse can't kick!"
+
+"Well, this one did," declared the burglar. "Oh, my back!"
+
+The father and mother of Dick and Dorothy heard the noise out in the
+hall. So did Martha, the maid, and Mary, the cook. Dick's father sat
+up in bed.
+
+"I heard a noise," said his wife.
+
+"So did I," said Daddy. "I think everybody in the house must have
+heard it. Somebody, or something, fell downstairs."
+
+"You had better look and see," said his wife. "Maybe it was burglars."
+
+So Dick's father went out into the hall to look, and there, surely
+enough, were the two bad burglars. They had been all tangled up in the
+legs and rockers of the White Horse, and they were just getting
+untangled. And they were so sore and lame from having been bumped
+around that they did not know what to do. They were so dazed and
+surprised that they stood still.
+
+And just then Patrick, the big, strong gardener, came running in from
+the garage, where he slept. He, too, had heard the noise in the house.
+And Patrick and Dick's father soon captured the two burglars, and tied
+them with ropes. Then a policeman came and took the two bad men away
+and they were locked up for a long, long time. I don't believe they
+are out of prison yet.
+
+But after the two burglars had been taken away by the police, Dick's
+father and mother looked at the White Rocking Horse where it lay on
+its side in the lower hall, after having fallen downstairs.
+
+"How do you suppose it got here?" asked Mother.
+
+"Well, either the burglars tried to carry it off, and they slipped and
+fell with it, or else they stumbled over it in the dark, and it
+toppled downstairs with them," replied Daddy. "But it made a great
+racket and woke us up. If it hadn't been for the White Rocking Horse
+we would have been robbed of our jewelry and silver."
+
+"What a brave Horse!" said Mother. "Wouldn't it be strange if he
+really kicked the burglar downstairs?" she asked her husband.
+
+And when the burglars had been taken away, and the Horse stood up on
+his rockers again, Dorothy and Dick were awakened by hearing so many
+sounds in the house.
+
+"What's the matter?" asked Dick, coming to the head of the stairs, and
+rubbing his sleepy eyes. "What's my Rocking Horse down there for?" he
+wanted to know.
+
+"He fell down with the burglars," said Daddy.
+
+[Illustration: White Rocking Horse Gives Sawdust Doll a Ride.]
+
+"And, oh, look! Here is my Sawdust Doll out here in the hall!" cried
+Dorothy. "I had her in my room when I went to sleep. How did she get
+out here?"
+
+"Maybe the burglars took her and were carrying her away with them when
+they slipped and fell downstairs with the Horse," said Daddy.
+
+But we know that is not just how it happened, don't we? We know that
+the Sawdust Doll came out to talk to the White Rocking Horse, and she
+could not get back when the burglars came, for she dared not move as
+long as they were looking at her.
+
+For many days Dick and Dorothy had fun playing with the White Rocking
+Horse and the Sawdust Doll. And though, at times, the Horse and Doll
+wished they could see their friends in the toy store, still the two
+toys were very happy.
+
+"I think something is going to happen to-morrow," said the old Jumping
+Jack one night, when, in the playroom, he was talking to the Horse and
+Doll. It was spring now, and the grass was green.
+
+"What do you mean--something going to happen?" asked the White Rocking
+Horse, as he looked at Jack. The old jumping chap had been allowed to
+stay in the playroom since he had been brought from the attic on
+Christmas Eve.
+
+"Dick and Dorothy are going to have a Grass Party, and you are both
+going to it!"
+
+"A Grass Party!" cried the Sawdust
+
+"What is that?" asked the White Rocking Horse.
+
+"Well, you know what a party is," said Jack. "And a Grass Party is one
+out on the grass. The boy and girl from next door are coming, and
+there will be good things to eat, games to play and all things like
+that. Isn't that jolly?"
+
+"I should say so!" cried the Rocking Horse.
+
+"I love parties!" said the Sawdust Doll.
+
+And the next day, when the sun was shining brightly, Dick and Dorothy
+had their Grass Party. Not only the little girl from next door came,
+but other children also. Dorothy brought out her Sawdust Doll, for
+whom a new apple-green dress had been made.
+
+Dick brought his Rocking Horse to a smooth place under the trees, and
+he and the other boys took turns riding on the brave steed.
+
+"Let's see where his leg was broken," asked one boy.
+
+"Oh, you can hardly see it," Dick answered. "The toy hospital doctor
+fixed it so it's as good as new. But this is the leg my Horse broke
+when Carlo tumbled him down the steps."
+
+"And tell us about how the two bad burglars rolled downstairs with
+your horse on top of them," begged Arnold, the boy from next door.
+
+"Well, I guess only one burglar rolled down," said Dick. "But he made
+noise enough for two."
+
+Then he told the story, as best he could.
+
+While Dick and the boys rode the White Rocking Horse Dorothy and the
+other little girls played with their dolls. And the Sawdust Doll with
+the brown eyes was the most beautiful of all.
+
+"You children do get such nice presents on your birthdays and for
+Christmas," said one little boy guest to Dorothy and Dick.
+
+"I'm going to have a nice present for my birthday," said Mirabell, who
+lived next door to Dick and Dorothy.
+
+"Oh, tell us!" begged the other children.
+
+ "I--I can't, for I don't know," said Mirabell. "But my mother is
+going to take me down to the toy store next week, and I'm going to
+have a nice birthday present."
+
+And if you wish to know what the present was you may find out by
+reading the next book in this series. It is called "The Story of a
+Lamb on Wheels," and it is the same Lamb whom the Sawdust Doll and the
+White Rocking Horse knew in the toy store.
+
+After having fun at the Grass Party for some time, the children went
+into the house to get cake and ice cream. The Sawdust Doll and the
+White Rocking Horse, as well as some other dolls, were left out on the
+lawn by themselves.
+
+"Oh, now we can talk," said the White Rocking Horse. "Do you think
+this Grass Party is any fun?"
+
+"I had rather it were night and we could be by ourselves upstairs with
+the Jumping Jack," said the Sawdust Doll. "Then we could move about
+and have some fun."
+
+"Well, it will soon be dark," said the Rocking Horse.
+
+And when night came, and Dick and Dorothy were in bed, the Sawdust
+Doll had a fine ride on the back of the White Rocking Horse.
+
+THE END
+
+
+
+
+
+
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