"Is Dick out of the way?" the man asked.

"Yes, he and Dorothy are up in the playroom," was the answer in a
lady's voice. "You can carry the Horse right up to the attic. He can
stay there until Santa Claus is ready to put him under the Christmas
tree."

"All right," said the man. "As long as Dick and Dorothy are out of the
way I'll bring the Horse in. I don't want them to see it until
Christmas."

"Dorothy! Dorothy!" thought the Horse to himself. "Where have I heard
that name before? I guess some little girl who was called that must
have come to the toy department at one time or another. Well, now to
see what happens next!"

He felt himself being carried along. Dimly he saw lights, and he felt
that he was in a warm place--as warm as the store had been. Then,
suddenly, the wrapping papers were taken off him.

"Oh, what a beautiful Rocking Horse!" exclaimed the lady. "I am sure
Dick will be pleased. It's the same one I saw in the store. I am glad
you got that one!"

Now the White Rocking Horse was still rather dazed and still rather
sleepy from his ride in the cold. Or else perhaps he would have been
prepared for the surprise in store for him. Dimly he seemed to
remember having heard that lady's voice before, and dimly he recalled
having seen her before.