"I was in the hospital once," put in Arnold, "and I had some bread and jelly."
"Will they give my Horse bread and jelly in the hospital?" asked Dick of Mother.
"Hardly that," she replied with a smile. "It is not the same kind of hospital. The one where I will have Daddy take your White Rocking Horse is a toy hospital, where all sorts of broken playthings are mended. There your Horse will be made as good as new."
"Oh, I shall be so glad if he is," said Dick.
And the White Horse himself, though he dared say nothing just then, thought how glad he would be to have his broken leg mended. Some of the splinters were sticking him, and though of course I do not mean to say that a wooden horse has the same pain with a broken leg as a boy or girl or a chicken or a rooster would have, still it is no fun.
Patrick, the gardener, came out and carried the broken-legged Rocking
Horse into the front hall.
"We'll let him stand there until Daddy comes home with the auto and can take him to the hospital," said Mother.
And then it was that the White Rocking Horse had a chance to speak to the Sawdust Doll. Dorothy laid her Doll on a chair in the hall to help Dick, Mirabell and Arnold bring the toy train inside, as it was getting too cold to play out on the porch.
"I'm sorry," murmured the Doll.
[Illustration: "What Happened to You?" Asked White Rocking Horse.]