“No,” was the answer. “But last night, in the store, I gave the Rubber Clown a ride on my back—that is, I did after he stopped bouncing up and down. Ha! Ha! That was funny!”
“Tell us about it,” begged the Paper Doll, and the Dog did.
The other toys laughed and all of them said the Woolly Dog was a jolly chap. They were glad he had come to live among them, and after some more talk the toys began moving about more freely, for they could do this when no human eyes watched them.
“Do you mind if we ride on your back?” asked the Jumping Jack of the Rocking Horse. “I have only one leg,” he added, “so I shan’t be very heavy.”
“How did you lose your leg?” asked the Woolly Dog. “Was it in war?” and he looked at the Tin Soldier.
“No, it was Jane’s fault,” said the one-legged Jumping Jack. “I belong to Donald, but one day Jane tried to grab me away from her brother. She got hold of one leg and pulled and pulled and pulled until she pulled it off. Oh, what a day that was!”
“Couldn’t you have it glued on again?” asked the Dog.
“Well, they tried it,” answered the Jumping Jack. “But they must have used the wrong kind of glue, for my leg broke off and was lost down a crack. Since then I’ve had only one leg.”
“You are worse off than I am,” barked the Woolly Dog. “I have all four legs even if I was cut open and have a ticklish feeling inside.”
The Rocking Horse began tilting to and fro.