"Oh, you can't mend a broken leg with glue!" cried the cook. "You had much better call in the doctor. Whose leg is it?"
"I'm going to be the toy doctor," the little boy went on. "It's the wooden leg of a Calico Clown I'm going to mend."
"Oh, that's different," said the cook. "Well, here's the glue."
She handed Sidney the tube. He took it and his Clown over to a table. Pushing up the red trouser Sidney saw where the Clown's leg was broken. The wood was cracked and splintered, but the two pieces were there.
"I'll just glue them together," said the boy. And this he did. Then, as he knew that glue must set, or get hard, he put his Calico Clown away on a shelf in a closet, where the toy chap saw something that made him wonder.
At first, in the darkness, the Clown could not make out what or who it was on the shelf in the closet with him. Then, as his eyes became accustomed to the gloom, he noticed that it was a Cat.
"Oh, are you a toy, too?" asked the Calico Clown politely, for he wanted company and some one to talk to.
"No, I am not exactly a toy," answered the Cat.
"You look like one," the Clown said. "There was one just like you in our store, only that cat's head wobbled."
"Well, my head doesn't wobble—it comes off," said the Cat.