"I am glad you think so," remarked the Doll. "But now let us talk of something pleasant. Tell me, again, about the race you had with the Elephant on his roller skates."
So the White Horse did, but as you know as much of that funny race as
I do, there is no need of putting it in here again.
So the two friends talked together in the hall until, all of a sudden, the Doll exclaimed:
"Oh, it is getting daylight! We must go back to our places—you to
Dick's room and I to Dorothy's. Quick!"
The White Rocking Horse galloped back down the hall, and the Doll made her way into the room of the little girl whose birthday present she was.
Now whether the carpenter shop sawdust was not the right kind to enable the Doll to move quickly enough, and whether the oil the clerk had rubbed on the side of the Horse made him a bit slow and slippery, I cannot say. Anyhow, daylight suddenly broke just as the Doll reached the side of Dorothy's bed, and before she had time to climb up into it by taking hold of the blankets.
As for the Horse, he was only half way inside Dick's room when the sun came up and awakened both children. And of course, their eyes being open, Dorothy looking at her Doll and Dick at his Horse, neither toy dared move.
"Oh! Oh!" cried Dick, when he saw that his White Rocking Horse was on the other side of the room from where he had left it when he went to sleep the night before. "Oh! Oh! Some one had my Horse!"
"What makes you think so?" asked his father, coming in to see what
Dick was shouting about.
"Because he's moved," the little boy answered. "My Rocking Horse has moved!"