So up there in the dark, on the closet shelf, where no one could see them any more than the toys in the store could be seen at their midnight frolics, the Sawdust Doll and the Jack-in-the-Box talked to one another.
“Dear me! That was quite remarkable,� said Jack, when the Sawdust Doll had finished her story. “Just fancy! I never had anything like that happen to me!�
“But then, you see, you are not stuffed with sawdust,� returned the Doll, though not at all proudly.
“No, of course that makes a difference,� the Jack-in-the-Box said. “But once, when I was shut up in my box, the black cat came and began to play with the cover. She touched the catch with her paw, open flew the box, and I jumped out right in her face! Say, Miss Sawdust Doll, I wish you could have seen that cat run! I just wish you had been there!�
“Did she go fast?�
“Did she go fast? I should say she did! I never saw a toy train go any faster. But of course that was in the long-ago days, before my spring was broken,� sadly said Jack.
“I am sorry for you,� softly said the Sawdust Doll. “Maybe, some day, you will be mended.�
“No, I am afraid it is too late,� sighed Jack.
So he and the Sawdust Doll talked together until, all of a sudden, Jack called out:
“Hark!�