ty shop full of Little
Jack Rabbits, and, would you believe it, there was a toy Puss in Boots,
Junior, with red top boots and a hat with a gold feather and a sword.
And the workman who made these toys was a funny little dwarf with a
green suit and a red cap and a long white beard.

"This is the land of wonderful toys
That are made for good little girls and boys,
Talking dolls and horses that run,
Everything here is made for fun,
But only good little girls and boys
Can have our wonderful, beautiful toys."

"Heigh ho," said Mary Louise, "what next, I wonder," and she looked at
a toy regiment of wooden soldiers marching down the street.

Just then an old hand organ began to play,

"Oh, where are the songs of yesterday,
And the songs we used to sing,
When you and I in the days gone by
Danced in the Fairy's Ring?"

And up ran a little monkey dressed in a red coat and cap. Mary Louise
gave him a penny, to hand to the old man who had stopped to set another
tune to the organ.

"Over the hills and far away,
I've tramped all my life till I am gray,
And now with my organ and monkey clown
I find myself in little Toy Town,"

sang the old organ grinder as he sat down to rest with the little
monkey on his lap.

"Are you very tired?" asked Mary Louise.

"Pretty tired," answered the old man. "All these years I've tramped
and played, and now I find myself in a town where they make toys for
children. But I see no children. Only playthings which I have no use
for," and the old man sighed and patted the monkey and then he closed
his eyes and fell asleep. And I guess he was very, very tired.

Then Mary Louise slipped away, out of Toy Town where the dwarfs and the
fairies made all the toys in little workshops, only they had the shades
pulled down so that nobody could see them, for they are queer little
people and don't like to be watched.

"Oh, dear," sighed Mary Louise, "I wish I were home. Mother will be
dreadfully worried about me.

"Oh, if I had a Wishing Stone
I know what I would do
I'd wish for lots of lovely things,
And give a lot to you.
But, Oh, dear me. I've never known
Where is this wonder Wishing Stone."

"I know," cried a little voice, and then, of course, Mary Louise looked
all around to see who had spoken, but she couldn't see anybody.

"Who are you?" she asked, halting Dapple Gray on the edge of a big
forest.

"Here I am," cried the same little voice