the White Rocking Horse as he patted its neck, "My son Dick is too
small to ride even a rocking horse very fast. I think, though, that I
will have Santa Claus bring him this one. And, as it is so near
Christmas, and as you are so very busy, if you will have this wrapped
up for me, I will take it home in my auto. I will help Santa Claus
that much."

"I'm sure he'll be glad to have you help him," replied the young lady,
with a smile. "And I hope Dick will like this Horse. I am glad our
Horse is going to a boy who will be kind to him."

"Oh, Dick takes good care of his toys," said the man.

"Well, thank goodness for that!" thought the White Rocking Horse. "Now
like the Sawdust Doll, my adventures are going to start."

And, if you will turn to the next chapter, you may read what happened.




CHAPTER IV

THE SUPRISE


Through all this talk between the young lady of the store and the
father who was buying something for his son's Christmas, to help busy
Santa Claus, the White Rocking Horse never said a word. But he was
doing as much thinking as a wooden horse ever did; I am sure of that.