"Oh, Father, see what a fine toy! And it's the kind you wind up! Oh, I shall love this Plush Bear!"
"Do not squeeze him too tightly, Angelina," said a white-haired and white-whiskered old man, who was helping two women lift the toys out of the big box in which they had come. "You may break some of the wheels or springs."
"Oh, I shan't hug him too tightly," said Angelina, laughing. "But he is certainly a lovely Plush Bear."
"Yes, he is very nice," said the old gentleman. "What have you, Geraldine?" he asked his other daughter.
"An Elephant," was the answer. "But he doesn't wind up. However, he will look well in the window."
"Yes," said the old man, "to-morrow we will decorate the show windows for the Christmas trade. The Plush Bear must surely stand in the window. Some one will see him and buy him."
"Well, at last I seem to have reached a toy shop—the very place I most wanted to come to," thought the Plush Bear. "I wonder who the old gentleman is?"
Had the Plush Bear been able to read he would have seen in white letters on one of the windows the name:
HORATIO MUGG
TOY DEALER
But the Plush Bear did not need this to tell him he was in the very place he wished to be.