your friends in the toy store," neighed the Horse.

"Do you think you will ever get back there again?" the Doll asked, as
she snuggled up in a corner, wrapping the shawl around her.

"I don't know," the Horse replied. "Of course I could rock back to the
store if no one saw me, but it is a long way, and if I went through
the streets I'd almost certainly be seen."

"I think so, too," said the Doll. "I'm afraid we shall just have to
stay here together the rest of our lives."

"Well, I like it in this house since you are here," said the Horse.
"And who knows, perhaps some of the other toys may join us here on
some future Christmas or birthday."

"Wouldn't that be fine!" exclaimed the Doll, clapping her hands. "I'd
dearly love to see the Bold Tin Soldier again, and the Calico Clown,
the Lamb on Wheels, the Candy Rabbit and the Monkey on a Stick."

"I'd like to finish the race with the Elephant on his roller skates,"
said the Horse, laughing softly. "But I don't suppose I ever shall. He
did look so funny when one skate came off!"

"I wish I had been there to see," said the Sawdust Doll. "Now tell me
all that happened in the store after I left."

So the Horse told of the different happenings, how sometimes rough
boys ran in and jumped on his back, and how one unpleasant chap
punched the Calico Clown so hard that the cymbals were nearly broken,