“No. But look what I found inside your Woolly Dog!” answered his mother. “My lost diamond ring! It has been inside the Dog all this while! My ring must have slipped off my finger when I was sewing up your Dog the time Jane cut him, and I sewed my diamond up in the cotton stuffing. Oh, how glad I am! My lost diamond ring is found!”
And there it was, sparkling like a rainbow inside the Woolly Dog. Mrs. Cressey put the ring on her finger, a happy smile was on her face, and she hugged the Woolly Dog.
“I must telephone Daddy,” she said, and when Mr. Cressey heard the good news he, too, was glad.
Then Donald’s mother put the new piece of wool in place of the burned patch, she sewed the Dog together again and gave him to Donald.
“Now we’ll finish the party!” shouted the little boy.
Once again the Woolly Dog was placed in the middle of the table, but this time far enough away from the blazing candles on the cake to be safe. The Calico Clown looked strangely at the Dog. Perhaps the Calico Clown remembered the time his trousers were burned by a gas jet in the toy store.
“Hurray for the Woolly Dog!” cried the children.
“And hurray for Mother’s diamond ring!” shouted Donald.
That night, when the party was over, the Woolly Dog was placed in the playroom with the other toys.
“What has happened to you?” asked the Celluloid Doll. “You look different, somehow or other.”