“I do wish some of my friends from Toy Town were here,” thought the Sawdust Doll to herself, as she lay in the bed with Dorothy. “I wish I could talk to the Calico Clown and the Bold Tin Soldier, and tell them of my adventures. I’m sure neither of them was ever carried off by a dog and hidden in a kennel. That is a most wonderful adventure, I’m sure!” And, after a while, when Dorothy was sound asleep, and it was all still and quiet in the house, after the party, the Sawdust Doll did just as she had done in the store--she made believe come to life and moved about. For there was no one to watch her--she took good care of that. And Carlo was out in his kennel, so he could not carry her off again. Softly and carefully the Sawdust Doll got out of Dorothy’s bed, climbed down by a chair, and walked over to the room where, on a shelf in the closet, the poor, broken Jack-in-the-Box had to stay. There was a long scarf hanging from the shelf down to the floor, and the scarf had holes in it like a piece of lace. So, as the Sawdust Doll was not very heavy, and as the Monkey on a Stick had taught her something about climbing, the Sawdust Doll climbed the scarf-ladder until she reached the shelf. “Hello! who’s there?” asked the Jack, suddenly awakening in his box. “It is I,” answered the Sawdust Doll. “I came to tell you about my adventure.” “Oh, that is very kind of you,” said Jack. “I wish I could spring up and see you, but I’ll just have to look at you through a crack in my box. You have no idea how troublesome it is to have a broken spring.” “Yes, I can well imagine that it isn’t very jolly,” said the Sawdust Doll. “But I’ll come close to your crack so I can whisper through it, and tell you all about the party and my adventure in the dog kennel.” “I shall be delighted to hear it,” said the Jack, most politely. So up there in the dark, on the closet shelf, where no one could see them any more than the toys in the store could be seen at their midnight frolics, the Sawdust Doll and the Jack-in-the-Box talked to one another. “Dear me! That was quite remarkable,” said Jack, when the Sawdust Doll had finished her story. “Just fancy! I never had anything like that happen to me!” “But then, you see, you are not stuffed with sawdust,” returned the Doll, though not at all proudly. “No, of course that makes a difference,” the Jack-in-the-Box said. “But once, when I was shut up in my box, the black cat came and began to play with the cover. She touched the catch with her paw, open flew the box, and I jumped out right in her face! Say, Miss Sawdust Doll, I wish you could have seen that cat run! I just wish you had been there!” “Did she go fast?” “Did she go fast? I should say she did! I never saw a toy train go any faster. But of course that was in the long-ago days, before my spring was broken,” sadly said Jack. “I am sorry for you,” softly said the Sawdust Doll. “Maybe, some day, you will be mended.” “No, I am afraid it is too late,” sighed Jack.