could see the Sawdust Doll on the bed.

"Hi there! Hist! Come on out here and have a talk!" called the Rocking
Horse.

"What's that? Who is calling me?" asked the Sawdust Doll, for she had
fallen asleep, being rather tired from having had so much Christmas
fun that day.

"I am calling you," answered the White Rocking Horse. "Come on out
into the hall. I don't want to come in, for fear some one might come
along. And it would never do to let it be known that we toys can move
and talk when no one sees us."

"Indeed, no; never!" exclaimed the Sawdust Doll. "Wait a minute and
I'll come out to you. As you say, it would not do to be caught. I'll
slip down and come out."

The White Rocking Horse waited in the hall. Soon he heard a little
thud on the carpet. That was the Sawdust Doll sliding down out of
Dorothy's bed to the floor. A moment later she stood beside the
Rocking Horse in the hall.

"I hope you won't take cold," said the Horse softly. "It is breezy in
this hall."

"Oh, no, I have a nice little warm shawl Dorothy made for me,"
answered the Sawdust Doll. "Thank you for thinking of me, though."

"Well, you see I want to be able to take a good report of you back to