would be too bad an accident. I guess I'll walk down the shelf and see
if there's a fire anywhere," he went on, and away he stalked, swinging
his club from side to side.

"Oh, I hope there isn't a fire here," said the Nodding Donkey, as the
China Cat came out from behind the Jack's box. "I am not used to being
hot. I came from the cold North Pole."

"No, there isn't any fire. If there were you would soon see the toy
Fireman and the Fire Engine starting out," replied the China Cat.
"I don't like fires myself, and I detest the water they squirt on them.
We cats don't like water, you know."

"So I have heard," said the Nodding Donkey.

"Dear me! there's a speck of dirt on my tail," suddenly mewed the China
Cat, and she leaned over, and with her red tongue washed her tail clean.

Meanwhile the Policeman walked on down the counter, as though it were a
street, and he swung his club and said:

"Move on now! Don't crowd the sidewalk! Everybody must keep moving!"

"Isn't he funny?" asked the Nodding Donkey.

"He is when he doesn't tickle you," said the China Cat, as she looked in
a Doll's mirror to see if she had any more specks of dirt on her white
coat. But she was nice and clean, was the China Cat.

Then the toys in the store of Horatio Mugg began to have lots of fun.