"Where is this ocean you talked about?" asked the Plush Bear of the Rag Doll when they had a moment alone together.
"Oh, it is outside. Did you think they kept the ocean in the hotel?" asked the Doll, with a laugh.
"I didn't know," the Bear remarked. "Is this a hotel?"
"Yes; it's a great big house where the family lives while at the seashore," the Doll said. "You'll like it here. This is my third summer, and I—"
But just then the door opened and Arthur and Nettie came running into the room. Of course the toys could no longer talk to each other.
"We're going down on the boardwalk in wheeled chairs!" cried Nettie. "I'm going to take my Rag Doll."
"And I'll take my Plush Bear," said Arthur. "To-morrow I'll play with him on the sand."
"I wonder what all this means—wheeled chairs—sand—boardwalk?" thought the Plush Bear. "So many things are happening I cannot keep track of them!"
Suddenly he found himself shut up with the two children and the Rag Doll in a sort of iron cage. And, all of a sudden, it began to go down.
"Goodness! am I falling again?" thought the Plush Bear.