At their heads he placed the two boards side by side.
"There we will leave them," the Toyman spoke sternly, "as a warning to all evil-doers."
So they walked back slowly to the House of the White Wyandottes where Mother Hen clucked contentedly once more and all the yellow chickens ran around, chasing the little bugs in their game of hide-and-seek. A fine game it was too, only it was more interesting for the chickens than the bugs, you see.
The three happy children noticed that one of the little yellow fellows was larger than the others. He—
"Ting—ting—ting—ting—ting—ting—ting!"
"End—that—tale—to—mor—row—night."
So says the Little Clock. He must be obeyed. So good-bye for a little while.
TWELFTH NIGHT
ABOUT DUCKIE THE STEPCHILD AND THE LITTLE SHIP
In the door of the workshop stood the three happy children, watching the Toyman.
It was one of the very nicest places on the whole farm. Tools of all sorts, bright and sharp, lay on the table. Lumber of every kind lay piled against the walls. The shelves were filled with cans of paint. All the colours of the rainbow were in those cans. The children could tell that by the pretty splashes of the paint dripping down their sides.