And when the burglars had been taken away, and the Horse stood up on his rockers again, Dorothy and Dick were awakened by hearing so many sounds in the house.
"What's the matter?" asked Dick, coming to the head of the stairs, and rubbing his sleepy eyes. "What's my Rocking Horse down there for?" he wanted to know.
"He fell down with the burglars," said Daddy.
[Illustration: White Rocking Horse Gives Sawdust Doll a Ride.]
"And, oh, look! Here is my Sawdust Doll out here in the hall!" cried Dorothy. "I had her in my room when I went to sleep. How did she get out here?"
"Maybe the burglars took her and were carrying her away with them when they slipped and fell downstairs with the Horse," said Daddy.
But we know that is not just how it happened, don't we? We know that the Sawdust Doll came out to talk to the White Rocking Horse, and she could not get back when the burglars came, for she dared not move as long as they were looking at her.
For many days Dick and Dorothy had fun playing with the White Rocking Horse and the Sawdust Doll. And though, at times, the Horse and Doll wished they could see their friends in the toy store, still the two toys were very happy.
"I think something is going to happen to-morrow," said the old Jumping
Jack one night, when, in the playroom, he was talking to the Horse and
Doll. It was spring now, and the grass was green.
"What do you mean—something going to happen?" asked the White Rocking
Horse, as he looked at Jack. The old jumping chap had been allowed to
stay in the playroom since he had been brought from the attic on
Christmas Eve.