pulled them off the head of the White Rocking Horse.

A young lady clerk, who worked In the toy department, came along just
then.

"Please do not be so rough on the Horse, little boy," she said in a
gentle voice.

"I'm going to have this Horse!" shouted the rude boy, as he rocked to
and fro. "I'm going to make my mother buy him for me for Christmas. Go
'long! Gid-dap!"

"Oh, I never could stand belonging to this boy!" thought the poor
White Rocking Horse. "I should want to run away!"

While the unpleasant boy was still in the saddle, swaying to and fro
and banging his heels, a lady came walking down the aisle of the toy
department.

"Here's the Horse I want!" the boy cried to her. "He's a dandy! He has
real hair in his tail and mane, and the saddle is real leather! Buy me
this Horse!"

"No, Reginald, I cannot buy you this Horse," said the lady. "It costs
too much, and you have a rocking horse at home now."

"Yes, but that one has no ears, his leg is broken, and he has no
saddle or bridle," cried the boy. "I want this horse!"

"Your horse was as good as this one when it was new," said the boy's