jelly."

"Will they give my Horse bread and jelly in the hospital?" asked Dick
of Mother.

"Hardly that," she replied with a smile. "It is not the same kind of
hospital. The one where I will have Daddy take your White Rocking
Horse is a toy hospital, where all sorts of broken playthings are
mended. There your Horse will be made as good as new."

"Oh, I shall be so glad if he is," said Dick.

And the White Horse himself, though he dared say nothing just then,
thought how glad he would be to have his broken leg mended. Some of
the splinters were sticking him, and though of course I do not mean to
say that a wooden horse has the same pain with a broken leg as a boy
or girl or a chicken or a rooster would have, still it is no fun.

Patrick, the gardener, came out and carried the broken-legged Rocking
Horse into the front hall.

"We'll let him stand there until Daddy comes home with the auto and
can take him to the hospital," said Mother.

And then it was that the White Rocking Horse had a chance to speak to
the Sawdust Doll. Dorothy laid her Doll on a chair in the hall to help
Dick, Mirabell and Arnold bring the toy train inside, as it was
getting too cold to play out on the porch.

"I'm sorry," murmured the Doll.