the side of Dorothy's bed, and before she had time to climb up into it
by taking hold of the blankets.

As for the Horse, he was only half way inside Dick's room when the sun
came up and awakened both children. And of course, their eyes being
open, Dorothy looking at her Doll and Dick at his Horse, neither toy
dared move.

"Oh! Oh!" cried Dick, when he saw that his White Rocking Horse was on
the other side of the room from where he had left it when he went to
sleep the night before. "Oh! Oh! Some one had my Horse!"

"What makes you think so?" asked his father, coming in to see what
Dick was shouting about.

"Because he's moved," the little boy answered. "My Rocking Horse has
moved!"

"I guess the wind blew him," said Daddy. "The wind from your open
window blew on the horse, made him rock to and fro, and he moved in
that way."

But Dick shook his head.

"Either my Horse moved by himself in the night when I was asleep," he
said, "or else somebody was riding him."

And when Dorothy awakened and saw her Doll lying on the carpet just
under the edge of the bed, the little girl cried out, as Dick had
done: