"The top o' the morning!"

That's what the Toyman used to say. And I am sure if you ever go to
the White House with the Green Blinds by the Side of the Road the
Toyman will say it still, whatever the weather.

And when you hear him call that over the fence so cheerily, from his
smile you will know at once what he means,--that he wishes for you the
_very_ top of the morning, not only the finest of weather, but
the best of happiness and fun, in whatever you do and wherever you go.

If you have read all about him in the _Seven O'Clock Stories_ you
will remember his name. Of course, it won't matter whether you've read
them or not--you can make his acquaintance at any time--but the sooner
the better, for, as all who know him will tell you, he's worth
knowing.

His name is Frank Clarke, but his real name isn't really as real as
the one the children gave him,--"the Toyman." For he is forever making
them things,--kites and tops, and sleds and boats, and jokes and
happiness and laughter.

His face is as brown as saddle leather, with a touch of apple red in
it from the sun. There are creases in it, too, because he laughs and
jokes so much. Sometimes when he appears to be solemn you want to
laugh most, for he's only pretending to be solemn. And, best of all,
if you hurt yourself, or if your pet doggie hurts himself, the Toyman
will know how to fix it, to "make it all well" again.