“Not many,� answered the Calico Clown. “We have just been waiting for some one to buy us and take us away, as you were taken away.�
“I was almost sold yesterday,� said the White Rocking Horse. “But the boy who got on my back to try me kicked me with his heels and scratched some of my paint. I was glad when his father said he guessed he would buy the boy a bicycle instead of me. I wouldn’t want that kind of master—one who would kick you with his heels.�
“No, indeed!� said the Sawdust Doll. “My Dorothy is as kind as she can be.�
“I have thought up a new joke since you went away,� cried the Calico Clown. “It’s a riddle. Why does a bean bag——�
“Hush!� suddenly called the White Rocking Horse. “To your places, every one! Here come the People!�
And as Dorothy and her mother returned from having gone to see the magician take things out of a hat, the Sawdust Doll and the other toys were as quiet and motionless as if they had never moved or spoken.
“Oh, look, Mother!� cried Dorothy. “I dropped my Sawdust Doll on this cushion and she’s right here yet!�
Dorothy held her Sawdust Doll in her arms, and the little girl never knew of the happy little visit her play toy had had with the old friends.
“How much is this White Rocking Horse?� asked Dorothy’s mother of the clerk behind the counter. And when she had been told the price Mother smiled and said: “I must send Daddy to look at it. This is just the kind Dick wants.�
