leg as best she could, she tied it up. Then she put the toy far back on
the shelf, laying it down on its side so it would not fall off again, or
topple over.

Frisky scampered out of the window, back to his home in the hollow tree
at the end of the yard. Frisky never knew what damage he had done. He
was too eager to eat the nut Joe had given him.

"Now lie quietly here, Joe," his mother said. "I will soon have your bed
ready for you, and then you can go to sleep."

"I don't want to go until Daddy comes home, so he can fix my Donkey,"
said the boy, and his mother allowed him to remain up until Mr. Richmond
came from the office.

"Oh, ho! So the Donkey has a broken leg, has he?" asked Mr. Richmond in
his usual jolly voice, when he came in where Joe was lying on the
couch. "Well, I think I can have him fixed."

"How?" asked the little lame boy.

"I'll take him back to the same toy store where you bought him,"
answered his father. "Mr. Mugg knows how to mend all sorts of toys."

By this time the Donkey had gotten over the fainting fit, as his leg did
not hurt him so much after Mrs. Richmond had tied the rag around it. And
now the Donkey heard what was said.

"Take me back to the toy store, will they?" thought the Donkey to
himself. "Well, I shall be glad to have my leg mended, and also to see