The Doll was the first to speak.

"Oh, how glad I am to see you!" she said, as she stood up on her
sawdust-stuffed legs and looked at the Horse high above her head. "You
can't imagine how glad I am!"

"And I am glad to see you," neighed the Horse. "I never dreamed I
should be brought to the house where you were. Tell me, are you to be
a Christmas present, too?"

"No, I was bought for Dorothy's birthday," was the answer. "Don't you
remember? I left the store some weeks ago. But Dorothy wanted me put
under the Christmas tree with the other presents Santa Claus is to
bring to her and Dick. But you are a Christmas present, I know."

"Yes, I am," said the White Rocking Horse. "Real jolly, I call it! I
never saw a Christmas tree before."

"You haven't really seen this one yet," went on the Sawdust Doll. "Has
he, Jumping Jack?" she asked.

"Indeed I should say not," was the reply. "It has not been lighted as
yet. I well remember the first Christmas tree I was put on. I was a
gay, jumping chap then. My spring wasn't broken. But I am not going to
talk about that. This is no time for sadness. Only, when the tree is
lighted to-morrow night, Rocking Horse, you will see something very
pretty. Will he not, Sawdust Doll?"

"He certainly will! And now, please tell me about my friends in the
store," she begged. "How are the Bold Tin Soldier and the Calico