"Now I can move about," said the White Rocking Horse, who had been
taken up to Dick's room. "I wish I could see the Sawdust Doll and have
a talk with her."

"She is in Dorothy's room," said an old Driver, who had once sat on a
tin express wagon. "Dorothy always takes her doll to bed with her."

"Then I think I'll go in and see my friend," said the Horse. "I can
gallop softly down the hall and into Dorothy's room. As long as no one
sees me I am allowed to move about."

"Yes, go ahead," said the Driver. "I'd go with you if I still had my
wagon. Go and see the Sawdust Doll."

So rocking softly over the thick carpet, and making no noise, the
White Horse made his way out of Dick's room, down the hall, and
straight to where Dorothy was sleeping with the Sawdust Doll on the
pillow beside her.




CHAPTER VI

THE BROKEN LEG


The White Rocking Horse stopped in the hall outside of Dorothy's room.
The door was open, and in the dim glow of a night-light the Horse