ly she sent me here instead of to the
store where the Calico Clown and the other toys lived, and the mistake
was never found out. Mr. Mugg and his daughters took me in, and I have
been here ever since."

"Do you ever see your friend, the Monkey on a Stick, or hear from the
Sawdust Doll?" asked the Donkey.

"Once in a while," was the answer. "Sometimes, when the grown folk buy
toys for children they pick out the wrong ones, and the toys are brought
back or exchanged. These toys that come back tell us of the houses where
they have spent a few days.

"Once a Jumping Jack who was brought back in this way told about being
in a house where the Sawdust Doll lived, and where there was also a
White Rocking Horse I used to know."

"I should like to meet the White Rocking Horse," said the Nodding
Donkey. "He might be a distant relation of mine."

"Perhaps," agreed the China Cat. "But now I think it is time we got back
on our shelves. I see daylight beginning to peep in the window, and it
would never do for Mr. Mugg or Miss Angelina or Miss Geraldine to see us
moving about."

"I suppose not," said the Nodding Donkey, somewhat sadly.

"Move along, everybody! Move back to your places! Daylight is coming!"
called the Policeman, as he walked past swinging his club.

And, a little later, when all the toys were back on the shelves, the sun
rose, and in came Mr. Mugg to open the store for the day.

All that day people came and went in the toy store, some coming to
look, and others to buy. Some of the toys were taken away, and the
Nodding Donkey wondered when it would be his turn. But, though he was
often taken up, shown and admired, no one purchased him.

"I know what I will do, so that Donkey will be sold!" said Mr. Mugg in
the afternoon.

"What?" asked Miss Angelina.

"I will put him in the show window," answered her father.

"Oh, let me decorate the show window!" begged Miss Geraldine. "I'll make
up a scene with a Christmas tree, and put the Nodding Donkey under it."

"Very well," agreed Mr. Mugg. "I will leave the show window to you,
Geraldine. Make it look as pretty as you can."

And Miss Geraldine did. She got a little Christmas tree and set it up in
a box. Then she put some tiny electric lights on it, and also some
toys. Other toys were put under the tree, and one of these was the
Nodding Donkey.

"Oh, now I can see things!" said the Donkey to himself, as he found he
could look right out into the street. It was