"Yes, he was in the store once, when. Dorothy's mother brought her
little girl in to look at dolls, and I was the one the mother picked
out because I had such brown eyes."

"_Nice_ brown eyes, I think she said," cried the Rocking Horse.

"Well, of course it would not do for me to say that," said the Sawdust
Doll, smiling. "At any rate, here we two are, together, and in a happy
home, and I am glad of it."

"So am I," the Rocking Horse said.

[Illustration: White Rocking Horse is Glad to See Sawdust Doll Again.]

"And I am, too," came from the Jumping Jack. "If it had not been for
you, my rocking friend," he went on, "I might be still dust-covered
and in the attic." So the toys under the Christmas tree talked among
themselves and even moved about a little, but not too much, for they
could not tell at what moment some one might come in.

And in the night Christmas came. The toys under the tree knew it just
as well as if they had been real persons. They knew Santa Claus a
great deal better than most real persons, too, having been made in the
North Pole shop of St. Nicholas.

"Well, you will soon have Dick riding on your back," said the Sawdust
Doll to the Rocking Horse as, together, they waited beneath the green
tree. "I can see the morning light coming over the hills. And I heard
Dorothy and Dick saying yesterday that they were going to get up, even