Mrs. Ward lifted the Woolly Dog down.
“Oh,” thought the birthday toy, “suppose she can’t find that seam? Then she won’t know me and I’ll never get back home again!”
CHAPTER X
A STRANGE DISCOVERY
Donald’s mother slowly turned over the Woolly Dog. She looked carefully at the under side of his stomach.
“Yes!” she exclaimed, “it’s the same Dog. I know my stitches very well. This is Donald’s toy! I suppose you won’t mind my taking it?” she asked.
“Oh, not at all,” answered Mrs. Ward. “Frank found him in a snow bank——”
“Just where Donald lost him off his sled, I suppose!” exclaimed Mrs. Cressey.
“And he brought the toy home here,” went on Mrs. Ward. “Frank is too big for such playthings, and he often said he wished he knew to whom the Dog belonged. I’m so glad you have found him.”
“Donald will be glad, also,” said Mrs. Cressey.
She talked a little longer, arranging a day for Mrs. Ward to come and wash, and then Donald’s mother said: