White Rocking Horse just had to lie there.

"Dear me, one of the legs really is broken," said Mother, as she set
the Horse upright. And, being a wooden horse with rockers under him,
such as some chairs have, the Horse could stand upright, even though
one of his legs was cracked clear through.

"Yes, his leg is broken, and now I can never have a ride on him any
more!" sobbed Dick. "Oh, dear!"

"Oh, it isn't as bad as all that," said Mother, with a kind smile as
she patted her little boy's head. "I think we can have the broken leg
mended. But how did it happen? Did you ride your Horse off the porch,
Dick?"

"No, Mother," he answered. "I was playing with Arnold's train, and
Carlo ran around the corner, barking, and he ran between my Horse's
legs, I guess, and upset him. Oh, isn't it too bad?"

"Yes; but it might be worse," replied Mother. "If _your_ leg had been
broken, or Dorothy's or Mirabell's or Arnold's, it could not so easily
be mended."

"Can you mend the broken leg of my White Rocking Horse?" asked Dick
eagerly.

"I cannot mend it, myself," Mother answered. "But I will have Daddy
take your Horse to the hospital."

"I was in the hospital once," put in Arnold, "and I had some bread and