Donald thought for a moment and he was about to say they might make mud pies when a playmate from down the street came running up crying:
“Oh, Don! Oh, Jane! There’s a hand-organ man and a monkey around the corner! Come and see him!”
Away ran Donald and Jane, leaving their toys on the porch.
“Oh, such children!” sighed Susan, as she came out and saw the playthings. “I must pick them up or some street boys might take them.”
Susan thought she picked up everything, but the Woolly Dog had fallen behind a post out of sight, and the maid did not see this toy. So the Dog was left on the porch.
A little later two bad boys came along. One of them, looking over the fence, saw the Woolly Dog.
“I’m going to take that,” he said.
“Better not,” warned the other.
“Sure I will,” said the first. “No one will see me.” He went slyly into the yard and picked up the Woolly Dog. “This is a dandy!” he exclaimed, pawing the clean white wool of the Dog with his dirty hands. “I’ll take him home.”
The bad boys started home with Donald’s Woolly Dog, but they had not gone far down the street before, looking back, the second boy cried: