“I thought so,” remarked her new friend with some satisfaction. “Good evening! I shall come again to-morrow at this same time.”
The next evening the little girl returned to the Noah’s Ark, where she found the little Marionette in the same position.
“Well!” she said eagerly.
“I have consulted Father Christmas,” answered the little Marionette. “He is of the opinion that I may, without harm, tell you tales of some of the toys. You shall therefore hear the most interesting stories I can remember.”