"Horses and lions,
An' tops and rings,
An' kites and ships,
An' pretty things.
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"We'll paint 'em red
An' yeller an' blue.
Work away, ole knife,
He's watchin' you!"
That's a new song and a very nice one, thought Marmaduke, as he watched the Toyman whittling away by the red fire.
The little white slivers and shavings covered the paper now. He couldn't see just what that knife was making. But that was nice, too, for then it would be a surprise. And there's nothing finer in the world than a real, beautiful surprise.
Then his head grew very tired, and his eyes began to droop till they were tight shut and he fell asleep.
The Toyman looked at him and smiled.
"Poor little feller!" he said. Then he closed his knife, and picked up the paper and the shavings and the surprise, and out of the room he tiptoed.
Out to the workshop he went, and opened the door.
On the shelves were brushes of different sizes and cans of paint of all colours.