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.