“Oh, I never could have but one engagement ring,” sighed his wife, with tears in her eyes. “I want my own ring back!”
However, it could not be found, search as they did. Mrs. Cressey could not imagine where she had dropped it, for that is how she thought it must have become lost, since she had not been out of the house.
“Well, maybe it will turn up somewhere in one of the rooms some day,” said Mr. Cressey, as he went to the office. He felt sad on his wife’s account.
Now I must tell you a little of what the Woolly Dog did the first night he spent in the home of Donald. As I have mentioned, after supper the birthday toy was put on a shelf in the playroom. Other toys were there, and in the middle of the room was a large Rocking Horse.
“I see we have a new one among us,” said a Jack-in-the-Box, when night had come and the toys were allowed to pretend to come to life. “There is a new toy among us, friends.”
“Do you mean the Woolly Dog?” asked a Celluloid Doll which had been given Jane for Christmas.
“Yes, I mean the Woolly Dog,” answered the Jack-in-the-Box. “How do you do, Mr. Dog?” he went on. “And how do you like it here? We always ask new toys that,” he said politely.
“I like it very well,” answered the Woolly Dog. “Of course, I don’t know much about this place yet, and I hardly feel that I know Donald at all. As for Jane——”
“Don’t speak of Jane!” cried the Celluloid Doll. “Asking your pardon for interrupting you,” she went on to the Dog. “But that Jane is a tyke, if ever there was one.”
“You should see what she did to me!” barked the Woolly Dog.