The Celluloid Doll gave herself a little shake.
“No, I don’t feel ticklish,” she answered, after thinking a moment. “That doesn’t mean I want you to tickle me, though!” she exclaimed, jumping away as a Donkey from a Noah’s Ark walked over toward her, wagging his ears.
“Have any of you toys a ticklish feeling inside you?” asked the Woolly Dog.
One after another the different toys said they had not.
“Well, it’s very strange,” went on the Woolly Dog. “I didn’t have it in the store, but since my accident I feel like laughing all the while.”
“That’s a jolly good way to feel, I should think,” observed a Tin Soldier. “Too many of us are gloomy and sad. I am not, even if I have to go to war, but to feel like laughing all the while—right jolly I call that!”
“You wouldn’t if you had a place that wanted scratching and you couldn’t reach it to scratch,” declared the Woolly Dog.
“Is that how you feel?” asked the Celluloid Doll.
“Yes,” was the reply. “I’m ticklish all the while lately. But don’t let my trouble worry you. Let’s have some fun,” he proposed.
“Let’s ride on the Rocking Horse!” suggested the Jack-in-the-Box. “Did you ever ride on a Rocking Horse?” he asked the Woolly Dog.