"Wanamaker's is a large department store, is it not, where all sorts of things are sold?" asked a silver horse, who pranced on one of the upper branches.
"Yes," said its companion, a gold cow, who seemed out of place, hanging as it did head down from a lower branch. "They sell everything from a wardrobe to a rolling pin."
"They have a lovely toy department," spoke up a new voice; and looking towards the corner from whence it came they beheld a rather the worse for wear doll. "I have been there often with Estelle, and some of their things are very high priced."
("That," thought the balls, "is a lovely doll, we will do something for her if we can.")
"High priced," said the horse, "were you high priced?" turning a little to the red ball who hung near him.
"We were," answered all the balls in chorus, "that is why we had not been sold before."
"Toys," said a beautiful, soft voice, "toys, be quiet, do you know what we are celebrating?"
"Christmas," answered several softly.
"Do any of you know what Christmas means?"