“Will you give me a ride on your back?” asked a little Rubber Clown, who had a whistle in his back that squeaked when you squeezed him.
“Surely, I’ll give you a ride on my back,” said the Woolly Dog kindly. “Where are you?”
“Up on the shelf over your head. Wait a minute and I’ll jump down,” said the Rubber Clown.
“Oh, now for some fun!” exclaimed the Calico-Dressed Doll.
CHAPTER II
A RICH MAN
“Get ready down there! I’m coming!” called the Rubber Clown to the Woolly Dog. “Is your back strong enough to hold me if I jump?”
“Indeed it is,” answered the Dog. “And I’ll give you a fine ride around the show window.”
If you have read some of the other books in these Make Believe Stories you know that the toys told about could pretend to come to life, move about and play among themselves, as well as talk. But of course all this must be done when no human eyes see them.
And as Mrs. Clark had gone to bed, and as her son Jimmie, the sailor lad, was far away at sea, there was no one to spy on the Woolly Dog, the Rubber Clown, or the other playthings. They could do as they pleased during the night.
“Well, here I come!” cried the Rubber Clown. He was fat, jolly and good-natured even though he was a poor toy, selling for only five cents. And, though he had a tin whistle in his back, he was not at all proud.