a Jumping Jack and I want a Noah's Ark! You said you'd get me
something if I let the dentist pull that tooth, and now you've got to!
I want a lot of toys!" he cried to the lady who was with him.

"Yes, Archibald. But please be quiet!" begged his mother. "I will get
you a toy. Which one do you want?"

"I want this Elephant!" cried the boy who, I am afraid, was rather
rude. He caught the Elephant up by his trunk, and twisted the poor
animal around.

"Goodness me, sakes alive! I'm getting dizzy," thought the Elephant.
"I hope this boy is not to be my master!"

And this, it would seem, was not going to happen. Suddenly the boy
dropped the Elephant.

"I don't want this toy! He can't do anything!" the boy shouted. "I
want something that jiggles and joggles and does things! Oh, I want
this one!" and, as true as I'm telling you, that boy caught up the
Calico Clown.

"Well, I guess this is the last of me!" thought the Calico Clown. "I
will not last very long in the hands of this rude chap."

The boy had grabbed up the Calico Clown and had thrown the Elephant
down so hard that the Celluloid Doll was knocked over.

"Be careful, little boy, if you please," gently said the girl clerk.