ent on, and away he stalked, swinging
his club from side to side.

"Oh, I hope there isn't a fire here," said the Nodding Donkey, as the
China Cat came out from behind the Jack's box. "I am not used to being
hot. I came from the cold North Pole."

"No, there isn't any fire. If there were you would soon see the toy
Fireman and the Fire Engine starting out," replied the China Cat.
"I don't like fires myself, and I detest the water they squirt on them.
We cats don't like water, you know."

"So I have heard," said the Nodding Donkey.

"Dear me! there's a speck of dirt on my tail," suddenly mewed the China
Cat, and she leaned over, and with her red tongue washed her tail clean.

Meanwhile the Policeman walked on down the counter, as though it were a
street, and he swung his club and said:

"Move on now! Don't crowd the sidewalk! Everybody must keep moving!"

"Isn't he funny?" asked the Nodding Donkey.

"He is when he doesn't tickle you," said the China Cat, as she looked in
a Doll's mirror to see if she had any more specks of dirt on her white
coat. But she was nice and clean, was the China Cat.

Then the toys in the store of Horatio Mugg began to have lots of fun.
They told stories, sang songs, made up riddles for one another to guess
and played tag and hide-and-go-seek. They were allowed to do all this
because it was night and no one was watching them. But as soon as
daylight came and Mr. Mugg or Miss Angelina or Miss Geraldine or any of
the customers came into the store, the toys must be very still and
quiet.

"Is this the only store you were ever in?" asked the Donkey of the Cat,
as they sat near each other after a lively game of tag.

"No, I was in one other," was the answer. "It was a store in which there
lived a Sawdust Doll, a Lamb on Wheels, a Monkey on a Stick and many
other playthings."

"Why did you leave?" asked the Donkey. "Was it because there were no
other cats there for you to mew to?"

"No, it was not that," was the answer.

"Then why did you leave?" asked the Nodding Donkey.

"Well, one Christmas I was bought by a gentleman who sent me to a lady,"
was the answer. "She was a lady who was always changing things that came
to her from the store. She would buy a thing one day and change it, or
send it back, the next.

"And when I came to her as a Christmas present, she happened to have a
little China Dog. I guess she thought the dog might bark at me. Anyhow,
she sent me back to the store, on