Then he looked all round him. He was wondering what could have happened to all his friends.
“This is very funny,” he said to himself. “I wonder where they can all be; they can't have gone to a party and left me behind. Besides, they have not had time to put on their best clothes, for I have only been having forty winks.”
That was what he thought, but he had really been asleep for a long time, and a great many things had happened which he knew nothing about.
Presently, Dobbin, the big wooden horse, came walking slowly by.
“Hullo,” cried Mister Jack-in-the-box, “How are you, my fine friend?”
“I am looking for a hairy skin,” said Dobbin, sadly. “Every horse is wearing one now; the fashion has changed since you went to sleep.”
“But I have only been having forty winks,” cried Mister Jack-in-the-box.
“Forty hundred,” corrected Dobbin. “Here comes Mister Zebra, he will tell you I am right in what I say.”
And Mister Zebra did.