[Illustration: What Happened to You?" Asked White Rocking Horse.]

"Oh, ho!" exclaimed Dick's Daddy, when he came home and heard the
story. "A Rocking Horse with a broken leg! Of course I'll take him to
the toy hospital."

And, not waiting for his supper, lest the hospital be closed, Daddy
wrapped the White Rocking Horse in a sheet, put him once more in the
back of the automobile and started off.

A little later the White Rocking Horse found himself in the toy
hospital. It was not such a place as you have seen if you have ever
been in the buildings where sick people are made well. There were no
beds and no doctors and no queer smells. Yes, wait a minute, there
were queer smells of glue and paste, but the White Rocking Horse
rather liked them.

Instead of a doctor there was a jolly-looking man, with a long apron,
and a square, paper cap.

"Can you mend the broken leg of this Rocking Horse?" asked Dick's
father. The hospital toy doctor looked at the White Rocking Horse.

"I shall have to put a new piece in his leg," he said. "It is badly
splintered half way down."

"Will it be as strong as before, so my little boy can ride?" asked
Daddy.