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 a scene he had never
observed before. All his life had been spent in the workshop of Santa
Claus or in the toy store. He was most delighted to look out into the
street.