“Oh, I wants Woolly Dog! I wants him! I hab him!”
And before Donald could save his new toy, his little sister, Jane, caught up the Woolly Dog in her arms and ran out of the room.
“Here! Come back! Come back with my Woolly Dog!” shouted Donald, but Jane ran down the hall.
CHAPTER IV
WHAT LITTLE JANE DID
Jane, who was Donald’s little sister, did not exactly know what she was going to do with the Woolly Dog which she had picked up so quickly and run away with. Jane was like that—she often took Donald’s toys and tried to keep them for herself, for she was too small to know any better.
Often Donald, being a kind boy, would let his little sister keep the things she took—at least, he would let her play with them until he wanted them, and by that time Jane was tired of them and wanted something else.
This time the little girl had seen Donald’s new Woolly Dog and had used her chance to get it. She thought perhaps she could go to a room by herself and play with the new toy. But Donald was too quick for her. Down the hall after his sister he ran, still shouting:
“Come back with my Dog! Come back with my Dog!”
“Jane! Jane! You mustn’t take Donald’s new birthday gift!” exclaimed Mrs. Cressey.
“Oh, don’t take it away from her,” begged Uncle Teddy. “I’ll get Donald a new one.”