Calico Clown. "Excuse me for interrupting you," he said politely, "but I
just couldn't help it. I was thinking of the Sawdust Doll myself. And I
was wondering if you meant the same one that used to be here."

"Yes," answered the Lamb, "I did. It was of her I was thinking. She was
on our toy counter about the same time the White Rocking Horse lived
with us."

"And she went away just before he did," said the Monkey on a Stick. "The
Sawdust Doll comes back, once in a while, to see us. But the Rocking
Horse does not."

"It is harder for him than for her," said the Lamb. "The little girl,
whose mother bought the Sawdust Doll, often brings her back to see us.
And the Sawdust Doll once told me she had a lovely home with a little
girl named Dorothy."

"And I think I heard her say that the White Rocking Horse lived in the
same house with her, and belonged to a boy named Dick," said the Bold
Tin Soldier.

"Yes, that is true," said the Lamb. "Well, what I was going to tell you
about was a little girl who came in to look at me to-day. She was one of
the nicest little girls I ever saw--fully as nice as the Dorothy who has
the Sawdust Doll."

"And did this little girl buy you--or did her mother ?" asked the Calico
Clown. "I should hate to see you leave us," he went on. "Of course we
want you to get a nice home, but it will be lonesome if you, too, go
away." "That's so," said the Bold Tin Soldier. "We have lost our Sawdust