Part 6 (2/2)

”Oh, this is the nicest toy I ever had!”

”I am glad you like it,” said the storekeeper. ”Geraldine, please wrap up the Nodding Donkey for Joe.”

All this while the Nodding Donkey had said nothing, of course, and he had done nothing, except to shake his head. He took one last look around the toy store as he was being wrapped up in paper by Miss Geraldine. The Nodding Donkey saw the Jack in the Box and the China Cat peering at him.

”I wish I might say good-by to them,” thought the four-legged toy, ”but I suppose it isn't allowed. I shall be lonesome without them.”

The China Cat wished she might wave her paw, or even the tip of her tail, at her friend, the Nodding Donkey, and the Jack in the Box did seem to nod a farewell, but perhaps that was because he was on a spring, and could move so easily. As for the China Cat, she had to keep straight and stiff.

With the Nodding Donkey safely wrapped in paper under his arm, Joe left the store of Mr. Mugg with his mother. Joe limped along on his crutches, and he had to go slowly. But he was smiling happily, and for the first day in a long time he forgot about his lameness. And when his mother saw her son smiling, she, too, smiled. But she was worried about another operation that Joe must go through. The doctor had said that one of his legs had grown so crooked that the only way to fix it was to break it, and let it grow together again, straight.

But now, with his Nodding Donkey, Joe thought nothing about operations, or his crutches, or about being lame. All his mind was on the Nodding Donkey, and he even tore a little hole in the paper so he could look through and make sure his toy was all right.

His mother saw him tearing this hole as they sat in the street car riding home, and as she looked down at him sitting beside her she smiled and asked:

”Aren't you afraid your Nodding Donkey will take cold?”

”Oh, no, Mother,” Joe answered. ”It is nice and warm in this car. But I'll hold my hand over the hole if you want me to, and that will keep out the wind when we walk along the street.”

Soon Joe and his mother left the car, to walk toward their home, which was not far from the corner. The weather was getting colder now, and even inside the wrapping paper the Nodding Donkey could feel it, though the lame boy did hold his hand over the hole.

”I wonder what sort of place I am coming into?” thought the Nodding Donkey, as he felt himself being carried inside a house. Wrapped up as he was, of course he could see nothing. But he could feel that the house was warm, for being out in the cold air was almost like the time he had been tossed from the sleigh of Santa Claus into the snowdrift.

”Now I'll have some fun!” cried Joe, as he took the paper off his toy.

”Will you please get me my Noah's Ark, Mother? I'll take the animals and have a circus.”

Joe sat down to a table and placed the Nodding Donkey in front of him.

Up and down and sidewise bobbed the loose head of the toy. And, as he nodded, the Donkey had a chance to look about him. His new home was quite different from the gay toy store he had been taken from. Here was only a plain house, though it was neat and clean and pretty.

”I think I shall like it here,” said the Donkey to himself. ”I believe Joe will be good and kind to me. I am going to be lonesome at first, but that cannot be helped.”

However, the Nodding Donkey was not lonesome now, for Joe's mother set on the table in front of the boy a rather battered old Noah's Ark. From this Joe took out an elephant, a tiger, a lion, a camel and many other animals. They were not as large or as fine as the Nodding Donkey, and they looked at him in a rather queer way, did these animals from the Noah's Ark. Of course they did not dare say or do anything as long as Joe was looking at them.

”Now I will pretend that this table is the circus ring,” said Joe, talking to himself, as he often did. ”I will put the Nodding Donkey in the middle and all the other animals around him. Then I'll be the Ringmaster and make believe they are doing tricks.”

So Joe put the Nodding Donkey in the very center of the table, where the new toy bobbed his head up and down and sidewise, just as he had done in the store of Mr. Mugg and in the workshop of Santa Claus.

”Now comes the Tiger,” said Joe, going on with his circus play, and he set that striped animal down near the Donkey. ”And then the Lion. I hope they don't bite my new Donkey.”

But the Noah's Ark animals were very good and kind, and they did not so much as open their mouths at the Nodding Donkey. Joe played away and had lots of fun at his pretend circus, while his mother got the supper ready. Once when she came into the room where the lame boy sat at the table, Mrs. Richmond said:

”I just saw some friends of yours going past, Joe.”

”Who were they?” asked Joe.

”Arnold and Sidney,” was the answer. ”Arnold had his Bold Tin Soldier, and Sidney was carrying his Calico Clown.”

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