travels across the room.

"Oh, he's a fine Horse!" cried Arnold, as he came over to play,
bringing his toy train of cars with him. And Mirabell brought her wax
doll. "Let me ride him, Dick, will you?"

After Dick and Arnold had taken turns riding on the White Horse, they
left him on the edge of the porch to play with the toy train. Suddenly
Carlo, the fuzzy dog that had once carried the Sawdust Doll out to his
kennel, hiding her in the straw, ran around the corner of the house,
barking loudly.

"Bow-wow! Bow-wow!" barked Carlo, and he ran straight for the White
Rocking Horse.

How it happened no one seemed to know, but Carlo upset the Horse,
which tumbled down the porch steps with many a bang and bump.

"Dear me!" thought the Horse, "This is not a pleasant adventure at all!
What is going to happen?"

"Bang! Bump! Crack!" sounded he rolled over and over down the steps.

"Oh, what a pain in my leg!" said White Rocking Horse to himself.

Dick ran over to his toy, and when he saw his White Horse lying on the
sidewalk at the foot of the steps, the little boy cried:

"Oh, his leg is broken! Oh, the leg of my White Rocking Horse is
broken! I can never ride him again!"