“She’ll never ride on my back again,� mused the White Rocking Horse.
“Never again will she tell me how sweet I am,� sighed the Candy Rabbit.
“She used to like to watch me go up and down on my stick,� whispered the Monkey to himself; “that is, when I didn’t go too fast.�
“She used to feel my soft wool,� was what the Lamb on Wheels thought to herself.
But the lady who had bought the Sawdust Doll knew nothing of this. She took the package the clerk gave her, and, with it in her arms, got into her automobile.
“We’ll go home now,� said the lady to the man who sat at the steering-wheel. “I have the doll for Dorothy, so we’ll go home.�
And, a moment later, the Sawdust Doll was rolling smoothly over the streets on her way to have new adventures. But she could not help feeling sad when she thought of the toys she had left behind in the store.
CHAPTER V
THE BIRTHDAY PARTY
The Sawdust Doll could not see, of course, all the things that happened on her automobile ride, for she was wrapped in paper from the store. But she could feel the big machine gliding along on its rubber-tired wheels, and she knew she was having a ride.
“It may be nicer than a ride on the back of the White Rocking Horse,� thought the Sawdust Doll, “but it isn’t so much fun, cooped up here as I am. I wish we’d get where we’re going.�