“Oh, now we have a chance to talk!” exclaimed the Monkey on a Stick. “Dear Sawdust Doll, how glad we all are to see you again! Tell us where you have been and what has happened to you. Have you had any adventures?” “Adventures!” exclaimed the Sawdust Doll, as she sat up on the footstool, for there were no prying eyes to watch the toys now, and they could do as they pleased. “Adventures? I should say I have had them! It has been nothing but adventures since I left here.” “Oh, tell us about them!” begged the Calico Clown. “Were they funny ones?” “Some were, and some were not,” answered the Sawdust Doll, and she told everything that had happened to her from the time she left the store until she had come back on this visit. “Just fancy!” cried the Bold Tin Soldier. “Being in a junk shop! If I had been there I would have cut a way for you out of the bag with my sword!” he said. “Thank you,” said the Sawdust Doll. “But, after all, everything came out all right as it was. I am back with Dorothy again, and happy.” “I wonder what all the excitement is about,” said the White Rocking Horse, as he rocked to and fro. “Oh, it’s just a man doing some magical tricks to amuse the children,” said the Monkey on a Stick. “I can see him from here. He comes every year at Christmas time to make it jolly for the children.” “Now tell me some news!” begged the Sawdust Doll. “What has happened here since I went away?” and she softly patted the wool of the Lamb on Wheels. “Have you had any adventures?” “Not many,” answered the Calico Clown. “We have just been waiting for some one to buy us and take us away, as you were taken away.” “I was almost sold yesterday,” said the White Rocking Horse. “But the boy who got on my back to try me kicked me with his heels and scratched some of my paint. I was glad when his father said he guessed he would buy the boy a bicycle instead of me. I wouldn’t want that kind of master--one who would kick you with his heels.” “No, indeed!” said the Sawdust Doll. “My Dorothy is as kind as she can be.” “I have thought up a new joke since you went away,” cried the Calico Clown. “It’s a riddle. Why does a bean bag----” “Hush!” suddenly called the White Rocking Horse. “To your places, every one! Here come the People!” And as Dorothy and her mother returned from having gone to see the magician take things out of a hat, the Sawdust Doll and the other toys were as quiet and motionless as if they had never moved or spoken. “Oh, look, Mother!” cried Dorothy. “I dropped my Sawdust Doll on this cushion and she’s right here yet!” Dorothy held her Sawdust Doll in her arms, and the little girl never knew of the happy little visit her play toy had had with the old friends. “How much is this White Rocking Horse?” asked Dorothy’s mother of the clerk behind the counter. And when she had been told the price Mother smiled and said: “I must send Daddy to look at it. This is just the kind Dick wants.”