and how the Candy Rabbit had a bit of sugar chipped from one ear.

"Dear me! How exciting!" cried the Sawdust Doll.

"And now tell me about yourself," urged the White Rocking Horse. "Have
you had any adventures??"

"Oh, I should say I had! Yes, indeed!" was the answer. "Did I tell you
about the time Dick ran over me with the rocking chair, pretending it
was a Horse like you? My sawdust ran out of a hole in my side, and I
fainted!"

"No! Really? Did you?"

"Indeed I did. It was the strangest feeling!"

"But I should think, if all your sawdust ran out--and, really, how
terrible that must have been--you wouldn't be here any more," said the
Horse.

"Oh, it didn't _all_ run out!" the Doll answered. "Dorothy's father
hurried to the carpenter shop and got more sawdust, and Dorothy's
mother sewed it, up in me so I was all right again."

"I'm glad of that," remarked the White Rocking Horse.

"So am I," said the Doll. "But do you know, since then, I have not
been quite the same."

"In what way?" asked the White Rocking Horse.