had to come out, trunk or no trunk."

"I'm glad you did," said the White Rocking Horse. "Really, when I look
at you again, I get rather used to seeing you without your trunk,
though at first I hardly knew you. Do you suffer much now?"

"Not as much as I did," was the answer. "But I shall be all right
after to-morrow, when my trunk is to be put back on. Then I suppose
I'll go back to that boy's house."

"I hope he treats you better," said the White Horse.

"I think he will," replied the Elephant. "When his father took me away
he said the boy could not have me back after I was mended until he
knew how to handle his toys. So I have hopes of being better off with
my mended trunk than before."

"Let us all hope so," sighed the Tin Poodle Dog. "It's queer how cruel
some children are to us. They think, because we are toys, we have no
feelings."

"Yes, that is so," said the White Horse. "But Dick, the boy who owns
me, is very kind. It was an accident that my leg was broken. Carlo, a
poodle dog something like you, my tin friend, only real, ran too close
to me and knocked me down the steps," said the Horse to the Tin Poodle
Dog.

"Oh, so you are injured, too, are you?" asked the Elephant. "I have
been talking so much about myself, Mr. Horse, that I never thought to
ask what your trouble was. Will you kindly pardon me?"