"You must make the best of it," said the Monkey on a Stick. "I know what
sailors are--I have heard of them. They like to have monkeys and parrots
for pets--that is, real ones, not toys such as we are. But sailors are
kind, I have heard."

But the woolly Lamb only sighed. She felt certain that she would be
seasick, and no one can have a good time thinking of that.

"Well, if you go on an ocean trip we may never see you again," said the
Monkey on a Stick. "Ocean travel is very dangerous."

"Nonsense! It isn't anything of the sort!" cried the Calico Clown, and
he tried to wink at the Monkey from behind a pile of building blocks.
"The ocean is as safe as the shore. Why, look at the English and French
dolls," he said, waving his cymbals in the direction of the imported
toys in the next aisle. "They came over the ocean in a ship, and they
did not even have a headache. And look at the Japanese dolls--they came
much farther, over another ocean, too, and their hair was not even
mussed."

"That's so," said the Lamb, and she felt a little better at hearing
this.

"You want to keep still--don't scare her!" whispered the Clown to the
Monkey. "It's bad enough as it is--having her taken away by the sailor.
Don't make it worse!"

"All right, I won't," said the Monkey. And he began to talk about the
happier side of an ocean trip; how beautiful the sunset was, and how