"Is my boy's White Rocking Horse mended?" the man asked.

"Yes, all ready for you," answered the toy doctor. "I finished him
sooner than I expected to. The paint is hardly dry, but it will be by
morning. I made him a new leg."

"That's good!" exclaimed the man. "My little boy wants to ride his
Rocking Horse. He misses him very much."

Back home went the White Rocking Horse. And when Dick saw him he
clapped his hands and cried:

"Oh, how glad I am! May I take a ride?"

"If you are careful of the newly-painted leg," his father answered.
"I'll lift you up into the saddle."

And when Dick sat in the red leather seat and pulled on the red reins
and shouted to his Horse he was a very happy boy, and the White
Rocking Horse felt glad also.

"Gid-dap!" called Dick. "Gid-dap, my Rocking Horse!" And the Horse
galloped across the room.

All of a sudden Dorothy came running into the playroom where Dick sat
on his Horse.

"Oh, Dick! Dick!" cried the little girl. "Come on down to the kitchen,
quick! Carlo has something under a chair! Maybe it's a big mouse! Come
and see!"