"Poor fellow!" murmured Joe, gently touching the broken leg. "You are a
cripple like me, now. I hope they make you well again."

Then, with another kind pat, Joe gave the Donkey back to his father,
and, a little later, Mr. Richmond walked into Mr. Mugg's store with the
toy.

"Hum! Yes, that is a bad break, but I think I can fix it," said the
jolly old gentleman.

"Let me see," begged Miss Angelina, peering over her father's shoulder,
with a dustbrush under her arm. She had been dusting the toys ready for
the day's business.

"The leg isn't broken all the way off," said Miss Geraldine, who was
washing the face of a China Doll, that, somehow or other, had fallen in
the dust.

"Yes, that is a good thing," observed Mr. Mugg. "I can glue the parts
together and the Donkey will be as strong as ever. Leave it here, Mr.
Richmond. I'll fix it."

"And may I have it back this week?" asked the other. "My boy is going to
the hospital to have his legs made strong, if possible, and I think he
would like to take the Donkey with him."

"You may have it day after to-morrow," promised the toy man.

The Nodding Donkey was still in such pain from his broken leg that he