THE STORY OF A SAWDUST DOLL

The Sawdust Doll Got Out of Dorothy’s Bed
Frontispiece—(Page [79])

MAKE BELIEVE STORIES
(Trademark Registered)

THE STORY OF A
SAWDUST
DOLL

BY
LAURA LEE HOPE
Author of “The Story of a Lamb on Wheels,� “The
Story of a Calico Clown,� “The Bobbsey Twins
Series,� “The Bunny Brown Series,� “The
Six Little Bunkers Series,� etc.

ILLUSTRATED BY
HARRY L. SMITH

NEW YORK
GROSSET & DUNLAP
PUBLISHERS

Copyright, 1920, by
GROSSET & DUNLAP

CONTENTS

THE STORY OF A
SAWDUST DOLL

CHAPTER I
FUN IN TOY TOWN

Toy Town was not a little city off by itself on the shore of some winding river. Nor was Toy Town a place up near the North Pole, where Santa Claus has his workshops for making presents. The Toy Town I am going to tell you about was in a big store. To get to it you went up in an elevator, and, once you were there, you saw the most wonderful and beautiful things you ever dreamed of! There were all sorts of toys, drums that beat a rub-a-dub-dub all by themselves, funny clowns who banged tinkly brass things together when you pushed a spring near their neckties, and many other fascinating playthings.

Toy Town was a wonderful place!

One night, when the elevators had stopped sliding up and down, and when the doors of the big store were closed, and when the lights had been turned low, there was a rattling, a clattering, a rustling and bustling and a whispering and talking on the shelves and counters of Toy Town.

“Has everybody gone?� asked a Sawdust Doll, as she sat stiffly up near a Bold Tin Soldier, whose sword shone faintly in the light of one little electric lamp. The Sawdust Doll was stiff because she had been lying on her back all day.

“Yes, I think every one has gone,� answered a White Rocking Horse, as he moved slowly to and fro on the floor, just under the toy counter. He was too large to be put up on the shelf. Besides, he might accidentally have kicked a hole in the drum. Mind you! I’m not saying he would have done it on purpose, but he might have done it by accident.

“I don’t see any one,� said the Bold Tin Soldier, and he waved his sword over his head.

“Isn’t he just wonderful!� whispered the Candy Rabbit to the Calico Clown. “I wish I were as brave as he! If any one has stayed behind in Toy Town to try to watch what we do after store hours, I’m sure they’ll be glad enough to run away when they see the sword of the Tin Soldier.�

“Yes, he is a bold chap,� answered the Calico Clown, and he felt the least bit jealous because the Candy Rabbit thought the Tin Soldier chap was so fine. “I always wanted to be a soldier,� went on the Calico Clown, “but when I was small I began playing tricks and making jokes, so—look what I am!� and he held out his two long arms, on the end of each of which was a round, shiny piece of brass. These brasses were called “cymbals,� and they tinkled together with a clanging sound. “No use for me to wish to be a soldier,� sighed the Calico Clown. “My life is a joke!�

“I like you best as you are. You’re real jolly, I think,� chattered a Monkey on a Stick, as he climbed up and then climbed down again. “We must have some fun in this world, as well as being guarded by Tin Soldiers.�

“That is very true,� remarked a Lamb on Wheels, as she rolled over toward the White Rocking Horse. “I love jolly times. That’s why I’m always so glad when night comes and we toys may do as we please.�

“We may, if there is no one to watch us,� said the Sawdust Doll, as she got up on her feet, rather stiffly, for, as I have said, she had been lying on her back all day, and you know how tiresome that is. “But we must be very careful not to start our fun until every one is away,� went on the Sawdust Doll.

“I’ll take a look,� offered the Bold Tin Soldier.

“I’ll come with you,� said the Calico Clown. “If we find that any boys or girls, or their fathers or mothers, have hidden themselves away in our Toy Town, to spy on us at our play, I’ll bang my cymbals together.�

“And I’ll shout and wave my sword,� went on the Tin Soldier.

“Surely that ought to scare them away,� bleated the Lamb on Wheels.

“If it doesn’t, I’ll just gallop toward them,� said the White Rocking Horse. “That will make them run!�

So the Bold Tin Soldier and the Calico Clown climbed down off the toy counter and walked slowly, and a little stiffly, over the floor toward the elevators. The one light shone dimly, and by its rays they could see that no one was in the store—not even the watchman. He was down on the first floor, near the perfumery counter. He loved the smell of perfumery, did that watchman.

“No one is here!� said the Bold Tin Soldier, as he came marching back with the Calico Clown.

“Not a soul to watch us? That’s fine!� shouted the Monkey on a Stick. “Now I’m going to have some fun!� and he began to run up and down so quickly that the Sawdust Doll cried:

“Oh, please, Monkey! Not so fast, if you please! You make me dizzy!�

“All right! I’ll go more slowly,� kindly offered the Monkey. “But when you’ve had to keep still all day, because so many boys and girls are watching you, when they’re not picking you up and punching you to see what you’re made of—I say when you’ve been that way all day, you want to go fast when you get the chance.�

“I suppose so,� agreed the White Rocking Horse. “I feel like kicking my heels, too.�

“Well, just wait a moment, if you please,� put in the Bold Tin Soldier. “I want to march some of my men out into the middle of the floor and have a little parade. After I get them past you, why, then you may kick up your heels as much as you please.�

“All right,� whinnied the White Horse. “March away! I’m glad to do a favor.�

The Bold Tin Soldier nimbly jumped up on the counter, where he had been standing all day in a box with his tin soldier men. He waved his sword over his head until it flashed in the gleam of the one light like a star on a frosty night, and the Sawdust Doll covered her eyes with her hand, because it was so shiny.

“Attention, soldiers!� cried the tin captain.

Every one of the tin soldiers in the box sprang up straight and stiff and held his gun to his shoulder.

“Forward—march!� cried the captain, again waving his sword.

The tin soldiers stepped into line behind him, and, one after another, they followed him as he jumped off the counter to the floor. Past the White Rocking Horse they marched, each one as brave as his captain.

“Now you may kick your heels as high as you please, Mr. White Rocking Horse,� called the captain. “We are safely out of your reach.�

“All right!� came the answer. “Here I go!� And with that the toy horse, which was built to make some boy happy, began rocking to and fro.

“If any one wants a ride on my back, now’s his chance!� called the White Rocking Horse.

“I do!� cried the Sawdust Doll, and with the help of the Calico Clown she got down off the counter and climbed up and sat on the saddle.

And, for a few moments, all that could be heard in Toy Town was the faint sound of the marching feet of the tin soldiers, the rumble of the Rocking Horse and the tinkle of the Calico Clown’s cymbals.

It was close to midnight now—the time when all toys are allowed to do as they please, provided no one sees them. No one must ever look at, or watch, the toys at their play. In fact, no one has ever seen them having fun after dark in the big stores.

And the reason for that is this:

When the toys were given the power of coming to life, of talking, moving about, having fun, and behaving just as they would if they were real folk—when they were given this power there was just one thing they were told, and that was:

“No one must ever see you moving about!�

“Oh, no! Of course not!� said all the toys.

And so, from the very beginning, no one has ever seen the toys at play. Just the very moment the eyes of a boy or a girl, or a daddy or a mother, or even an uncle or an aunt, lights on one of the toys, that toy just becomes as still as anything.

If, by some chance, when you weren’t looking a Sawdust Doll should start to dance with a Calico Clown, and you should turn your eyes toward them, they would stop at once, and you’d never know but what they had been motionless all their lives.

Because of this no one has ever seen the toys at play, and the only reason I am allowed to tell you what they did is because I promised not to look. They told me about it afterward—just how it all happened—and that’s why I may put it in a book. But as for looking myself at the toys as they play, or letting any one else look—never! I wouldn’t dream of it!

“Am I going too fast for you?� politely asked the White Rocking Horse of the Sawdust Doll, as he rode her on his back.

“Oh, not at all,� she answered. “I like it.�

“That’s good,� he replied. “Oh, look at the Monkey, will you?� he called.

“Isn’t he funny?� said the Sawdust Doll. “Do you know, he’ll make some little boy or girl laugh, I’m sure of it!�

“Yes, he’ll be a nice Christmas toy for some one,� answered the Horse.

“But I would like to stay here among my toy friends a little longer,� said the Sawdust Doll.

“Yes, it is nice here,� said the Calico Clown, as he softly banged his cymbals. “Say, let’s have a little party!� he went on. “It is getting close to Christmas now. Some of us are sure to be bought and taken away. Some of us may never see the others again. We ought to celebrate in some way.�

“That’s what I say!� came from the Candy Rabbit. “Of course, I’m not so likely to go until near Easter time. But you never can tell. Let’s have a party, I say,� and the Candy Rabbit wiggled his ears.

“A good idea!� bleated the Lamb on Wheels. “What shall we do?�

“We could play tag!� said the Monkey on a Stick.

“You can beat us all at that,� remarked the Sawdust Doll. “You jump around so I never can tag you.�

“I’ll go slowly this time,� promised the Monkey. “Come on—let’s have a game of tag!�

“Or hide-and-go-seek!� said the Calico Clown. “I know a dandy place to hide,� he whispered to the Candy Rabbit. “There’s a hole in the counter near the Jack-in-the-Box, and he won’t tell where we are.�

“Is there room for me?� asked the Candy Rabbit.

“Plenty,� answered the Calico Clown. “Come on!�

The Sawdust Doll was just getting off the White Rocking Horse to join in the fun when, all at once, the Candy Rabbit cried:

“Oh, some one is coming! Some one is coming! Quiet, everybody! Don’t move!�

And as each and every toy stiffened out, to look as unlifelike as possible, a scratching, squeaking noise was heard all through Toy Town.

CHAPTER II
JUST WAITING

“Dear me! What is it? What can it be?� whispered the Sawdust Doll to the White Rocking Horse.

“Hush! Quiet! Don’t say a word,� the Horse whispered back. “If it’s the watchman, or any people coming back after something they have forgotten, they must never know that we can move about and have fun when they aren’t looking.�

“Oh, no! Of course not!� agreed the Sawdust Doll, in a whisper, and then she sat very quietly on the back of the Rocking Horse, for she had no chance, so suddenly had the alarming noise sounded, to get back to her place on the toy counter.

Pitter and patter, squeak and bang, rattle and rustle went the noise that had so frightened all the toy friends who were just getting ready for a party.

“What is it?� asked the Lamb on Wheels.

“Is it the watchman?� the Monkey on a Stick wanted to know. He had crouched down near a toy fire engine, and he was wishing he might shower some water on a stuffed elephant near by.

“Or is it some of the shoppers who have forgotten some toy they bought during the day?� asked the Candy Rabbit.

And then, all of a sudden, the Sawdust Doll, looking down at the floor, cried out:

“Oh, it’s a rat! It’s a great big rat! Oh! Oh-e-e-e-e-e!� and she squealed like the little Green Pig on the top shelf, only, as he was asleep just then, he didn’t do any squealing himself.

“Gracious! I hope he doesn’t nibble off one of my ears,� said the Candy Rabbit, and he tried to hide behind the Calico Clown, who had managed to get back to his place on the counter.

“Forward, march! Take aim! Charge bayonets,� a voice suddenly called through the dim darkness of the toy store.

“Oh, it’s the Bold Tin Soldier!� cried the Sawdust Doll. “Oh, protect us! Save us from the rat!� she begged.

“Of course I will!� the Tin Soldier answered. “Where is he? Let me and my men get at him!�

“Here he is! Right over by the White Rocking Horse!� answered the Sawdust Doll.

“Squeak! Squeak!� went the rat. “What’s all the trouble here? Can’t a fellow look for something to eat without having such a fuss made over it? What’s the matter?�

“Matter enough!� exclaimed the Bold Tin Soldier, marching up with his tin men. “It’s true you are not a boy or a girl or a grown person; so we aren’t afraid to have you see us in motion. But you must get out of here!�

“What for?� asked the rat, and he looked hungrily at the ears of the Candy Rabbit. The rat was very fond of sweet things. “Why must I run away?� he asked.

“Because you don’t belong here,� answered the Tin Soldier. “Your place is down in the cellar near the coal bin and the furnace. This is the toy department. There is nothing to eat here, and we are going to have a party.�

“How can you have a party without something to eat?� asked the rat, with a cunning look, for these creatures are very sly.

“It isn’t going to be that kind of party at all,� said the Sawdust Doll. She felt rather safe up on the back of the White Rocking Horse. “We’re just going to play tag, and do things like that,� she went on.

“And not going to have anything to eat!� exclaimed the rat. “Pooh! I don’t call that any kind of party at all! I’m hungry!�

“Then you’d better run away!� said the Bold Tin Soldier, and he flashed his sword so daringly, and his soldiers pointed their tin guns and bayonets so sharply at the rat that, after showing his teeth once or twice, he switched his tail and ran back to the hole by which he had gnawed his way into Toy Town.

“Well, I’m glad he’s gone,� said the Sawdust Doll.

“So am I,� said the Candy Rabbit. “I am sure he wanted to see how I tasted.�

“Well, I don’t know that you can blame him,� remarked the Calico Clown. “You surely are the sweetest thing here! Ha! Ha! Here we are again, boys and girls!� he cried.

“Oh, what a joke!� exclaimed the Sawdust Doll.

“That’s it! We must have fun!� laughed the Calico Clown. “Here is another joke! What kind of toes never wear any shoes?� he asked.

“The idea!� said the Sawdust Doll. “There aren’t any kinds of toes but what have shoes to cover them. My toes are covered with kid shoes, and the Tin Soldier’s toes are covered with tin shoes, and the Monkey’s toes are covered with plush, and——�

“I mean pota-toes!� laughed the Calico Clown. “Ha! Ha! Ha! Pota-toes never wear shoes!� and he doubled up in the middle, because he thought his joke was so funny.

“Well, that isn’t such a bad one,� said the Rocking Horse. “You must have been in a circus, Mr. Clown.�

“No, not yet, but I want to be,� was the answer. “I’m hoping some boy will buy me and put me in a sawdust ring. That’s where I belong as a Calico Clown. In a sawdust ring!�

And the Calico Clown banged his cymbals together and felt so jolly that he sang a little song like this:

“In a sawdust ring,

In a sawdust ring,

That’s where I belong.

I’ll crack a joke,

Some fun I’ll poke,

And then I’ll song a sing.�

“What’s that? What’s that?� asked the Bold Tin Soldier. “‘Song a sing’?�

“It’s just the same as sing a song only I do it backwards by standing on my head,� answered the Calico Clown.

“Don’t pay too much attention to him,� whispered the Sawdust Doll. “He’s cutting up to-night.�

“I should say he was!� exclaimed the Tin Soldier. “Song a sing! The idea! Next we know he’ll be tuning a whistle instead of whistling a tune, and they aren’t the same thing at all—even backwards.�

“Indeed not!� agreed the Sawdust Doll. “But I’m so glad you drove that rat away,� she added, and she looked kindly at the Bold Tin Soldier. “We never could have had any fun while he was here.�

Then the good times began. They played tag and hide-and-go-seek and a new game they made up among themselves. They called it “Jump the Jack.�

Each one had to take a turn jumping over the Jack-in-the-Box, and the Jack would reach up and try to tag them as they leaped over his head. If he touched any one of them, that toy had to stand on one foot and sing a song. And they had lots of fun when the Calico Clown was touched by the Jack-in-the-Box, for the Clown sang such a funny song, all backwards with the words mixed up like pickles.

Of course the White Rocking Horse was too big to get up on the counter and jump around with the Candy Rabbit and the Sawdust Doll, but he had fun staying on the floor near the toy blackboard and watching the chalk draw funny pictures. For not only the toys that are in the shape of animals and persons have fun when no one is watching them, but the others, also, like the roller skates and the velocipedes, have good times among themselves at these midnight frolics.

And so the fun went on. The Sawdust Doll was having a lovely time, playing on a little toy piano for the Monkey on a Stick to dance with the Calico Clown, and the Candy Rabbit was listening to a Stuffed Duck tell how she learned to swim in the Goldfish bowl when all at once the Tin Soldier cried:

“Back to your shelves and counters, everybody!�

“What’s the matter? Is the rat coming again?� asked the Sawdust Doll, as she stopped playing the toy piano.

“No, but it is getting daylight,� was the answer. “I can see the gleam of the sun in the eastern windows. Soon the store will be open and people will be coming in to buy—perhaps some one may buy me and my brave men.�

“Oh, I hope not!� sighed the Sawdust Doll. “If you go away, what shall we do if the rat comes back?�

“Maybe I can stop up his hole before I go away,� the Bold Tin Soldier answered. “But quick, now! Everybody back on shelf or counter! Here comes the sun!�

And as the sun rose and filled the world with light, the doors of Toy Town opened. The clerks came in to dust the different things and set them to rights, for it was the Christmas season and many people would come to buy.

“I wonder if some one will buy me,� softly murmured the Sawdust Doll.

“Do you want them to?� asked the Candy Rabbit.

“Well, I suppose that is why I was put in Toy Town,� answered the Doll. “I want to do my duty, and make some little girl happy.�

“Yes, that’s what we’re for,� laughed the jolly Calico Clown. “It’s fun to make boys and girls happy. I only wish I could crack some of my jokes for them, but it isn’t allowed. I know one about an ear of corn and——�

“Hush!� whispered the Sawdust Doll. “Here comes the girl who has charge of our counter!�

Then all the toys stopped talking among themselves and became straight and stiff. They were waiting—just waiting for some one to come in and buy them.

CHAPTER III
THE LITTLE GIRL

Into the store came a little girl, her mother, and a little boy. They took their places in the elevator and were lifted up, just like a balloon, only different, of course.

“May we stop in the toy department, Mother?� asked the little girl. “I want to look at some dolls.�

“What for?� asked the boy.

“Because my birthday is next week, Dick,� answered the little girl, whose name was Dorothy. “It’s my birthday, and maybe I’ll get a doll then, or for Christmas.�

“It isn’t my birthday until after Christmas,� said Dick. “But I don’t want a doll either of those times.�

“What do you want?� asked Mother, smiling at her two children as she left the elevator with them. “What would you like, Richard?� she asked; for that was Dick’s real name.

“A rocking horse,� he answered. “I’d like a big rocking horse, and then I could make believe I was a soldier captain going to war.�

“Yes, we’ll look through the toy department,� promised the mother, and then happy looks came over the faces of Dick and Dorothy.

On the shelves and counters where, a little while before in the half-darkness, the Sawdust Doll, the Calico Clown, and the other toys had had such fun, they now sat or stood, as stiff as the ramrod in the gun of the Tin Soldier. Not one of them moved, and the White Rocking Horse just stared straight in front of him, looking at the blackboard.

“Oh, Mother, here are the dolls!� cried Dorothy, and she pointed to a shelf back of the counter on which the Calico Clown stood near the Bold Tin Soldier. “See the dolls on the shelves! Oh, what pretty ones!�

“Would you like to look at the dolls?� asked the girl behind the counter. She worked in the store, and now she lifted down the Sawdust Doll who had, only an hour or so before, been riding on the back of the White Rocking Horse.

“Here is a very pretty doll,� said the girl clerk, who was pretty herself. “Her eyes open and shut.�

“And they’re brown, too, just like Dick’s!� whispered the little girl to her mother, as she took the doll in her arms. “Oh, please may I have her?�

“I’ll see,� answered the mother, and from the way she said this, and because of the smile on her face and the look in her eyes, the little girl clapped her hands. I think she knew her mother was going to get her the doll she wanted.

For a moment the Sawdust Doll thought the little girl was going to buy her and take her home.

“I’d just love to go with her,� thought the Sawdust Doll to herself. “She looks like a kind, good little girl, and I’m sure she wouldn’t leave me out in the rain all night to get soaked through. I wonder if I shall go to her house to live?�

“Dear me!� thought the Tin Captain to himself, “I hope the Sawdust Doll isn’t going to leave. I shall be lonesome if she goes.�

Just then there was a shout and some jolly laughter down on the floor of the toy department.

“Oh, this is what I want! This is what I want!� cried Dorothy’s brother, Dick. “Here’s the White Rocking Horse I want!�

And the next moment he had leaped to the saddle, and then he rocked to and fro on the back of the white horse. The stirrups jingled and the boy shook the reins that were fast in the wooden mouth of the horse.

“Gid-dap, White Rocking Horse!� cried the boy. “I’m a cowboy! Gid-dap!�

“I thought you were going to be a soldier captain,� said the little girl, who had run from the doll counter when she heard her brother’s joyous laughter.

“I’ll be a cowboy part of the time and a soldier the other part,� he said. “And if you get a doll, Dorothy, I’ll let her ride on my horse. Please, Mother, buy me this!� he begged.

“Not now, Dick,� was Mother’s answer. “But, if you like, you may write Santa Claus a letter telling him you’d like this horse for Christmas.�

“Oh, I’ll do that!� cried the boy.

All day long boys and girls and fathers and mothers and uncles, aunts and cousins came to the toy department to look, and some bought different things which they took away with them, or had sent.

And though many dolls and clowns and candy rabbits and monkeys on sticks were taken from the shelves or the counters, the particular friends about whom I have told you were not sold. Once a lady came in, and the Calico Clown was taken up and shown to her.

“No, I believe I will not buy one to-day,� said the lady.

“Oh, I’m so glad!� thought the Calico Clown to himself. “When I’m bought I want to be bought by a boy or a girl. I can have more fun with them.�

And so the day passed. It began to get dark and lights glowed in the store. The stream of shoppers thinned out, and the tired girls who waited behind the counters put away their aprons and left for home. The porters began to sweep, and then the lights were put out one by one and only the watchman was left in the store.

“Well, another day has gone!� said the Sawdust Doll, as she sat up and waved her hand to the Bold Tin Soldier.

“Yes, and it came nearly being your last day with us,� remarked the Calico Clown. “I heard what the little girl said. I believe she is going to take you away.�

“Well, I shall be sorry to leave you, my friends, of course,� said the Sawdust Doll. “But that little girl looked kind and good. I should not mind if she owned me.�

“Her brother was a jolly chap, too,� said the White Rocking Horse. “He jumped on my back and had a ride, but he was very gentle with me. If I go to anybody, I hope I go to him.�

“Yes, you two seem to be going to have nice homes,� said the Candy Rabbit. “I hope I find as good a place.�

“So do I,� said the Calico Clown. “Well, all I want is to make some one jolly! That’s the life for me! Whoop de-doodle-do!� and he banged his cymbals and shouted, as he could do, for there were no boys or girls or grown folks there to watch.

“What was that joke you were going to tell us about an ear of corn?� asked the Sawdust Doll. “May we not hear it now? Let’s be jolly again! Let’s have another party! Soon we may part, perhaps never to meet again,� and she spoke rather sadly.

“Oh, don’t say that!� begged the Tin Soldier, as he polished his sword on his sleeve. “Don’t say that!� and he looked at the Sawdust Doll.

“Ha! Ha! Ha!� laughed the Calico Clown. “Here’s a joke! How does the lima bean succotash know when it’s time for dinner?�

“Pooh! I don’t call that a joke,� said the White Rocking Horse. “How can succotash know when it’s time for dinner?�

“Because it hears the bell with the ear of corn!� laughed the clown. “That’s the time I fooled you! Well, now let’s have another party!� he went on, jumping down from his shelf and pulling the tail of the Monkey on a Stick.

“I hope the old rat doesn’t come again,� said the Sawdust Doll.

The toys were having grand fun again, and the Bold Tin Soldier was helping the Candy Rabbit up on the back of the White Rocking Horse for a ride, when, all of a sudden, the door of the toy department opened and a big man came in.

“Oh! Oh!� shrieked the Sawdust Doll, and the Calico Clown jumped behind the Jack-in-the-Box so quickly that his cymbals rattled on the wooden nose of the Lamb on Wheels.

CHAPTER IV
IN AN AUTOMOBILE

Just as soon, of course, as the door opened and the man came in, all the toys at once stopped moving about, and they stopped talking and having fun. That is because the man looked at them, and you know I told you the moment a real, live person looked at the toys, the Doll, Clown, Rocking Horse, and all the others became just like clothes-pins—they couldn’t and wouldn’t move by themselves.

Slowly the big man walked into the middle of the toy department and looked about him. His eyes glanced at the Sawdust Doll, and from her they went to the Tin Soldier. Neither of them so much as wiggled a fingernail.

“But I was wondering, all the while,� said the Sawdust Doll afterward, “if that man was a burglar.�

“This is queer! When I was on the floor below I thought surely I heard a noise up here! I thought some one was in here trying to get the Christmas things. But that shan’t happen as long as I am watchman here! No, indeed!�

The big man looked all around to make sure no bad persons were hiding away to take the toys after he had left. He looked very sharply at the Calico Clown, the man did.

“I thought surely I heard the rattle of those cymbals the clown holds,� said the man. “But perhaps it was the wind blowing them, or a rat running over them. There are rats in this store.�

The toys knew that very well, for they had seen a large one. And wasn’t it queer that the man had thought he heard the cymbals jingle?

“He really did hear them, for I banged them on the Lamb’s nose when I jumped down,� said the Calico Clown afterward.

But of course the man did not know that the toys could come to life and have a party among themselves when no one was looking, and so he thought the wind or a rat had made the cymbals tinkle.

And when he was gone the Sawdust Doll slowly raised her head from where she had lain down on a shelf and said:

“Fancy now! How foolish I was to think he was a robber! He is the good, kind watchman of this store.�

“But of course we can’t allow him to see us moving about, or hear us talk, any more than we can let the girls and boys,� said the Calico Clown, and he made such a funny face that the White Rocking Horse swung to and fro in laughter.

“Well, now that he’s gone, let’s have some more fun,� cried the Candy Rabbit. “Go on with the party.�

“That’s what I say!� chattered the Monkey on a Stick, as he quickly climbed up and down, so rapidly that the Sawdust Doll cried:

“Oh, don’t! You make me dizzy!�

“Yes, behave yourself,� said the Bold Tin Soldier. “We can’t all be as lively as you. Now, if you like, I’ll march out my men and we will parade for you. How will that do?�

“Oh, fine!� exclaimed the Sawdust Doll. “I love parades! Don’t you?� she asked the Calico Clown.

“Yes, they’re very nice,� he answered. “And when the drum goes ‘Boom! Boom!’ I feel like jumping up and down and banging my cymbals.�

“Well, you may do that,� said the captain of the Tin Soldiers. “We should all be as jolly as we can, for there is no telling now, from day to day, with Christmas coming on, when one of us may be taken away.�

The Sawdust Doll thought of the little girl who had wanted her so much, and she thought of what the mother had said:

“Put that brown-eyed doll away for me. I shall come in again.�

“I wonder if she will really buy me for her little girl,� thought the Sawdust Doll.

And the White Rocking Horse remembered the boy who had jumped on his back and had taken a ride there in the store.

“I should like him for a master,� thought the White Rocking Horse.

“Well, now for the parade!� called the Bold Tin Soldier smartly. “Fall in, my men!�

“Fall in! Ha! Ha! Does he want them to fall into the Goldfish tank?� laughed the Calico Clown.

“Hush! Be quiet!� begged the Sawdust Doll. “When a captain tells his soldiers to ‘fall in’ he means for them to stand in a straight line so they may march.�

And that is just what the Tin Soldiers did. They stood in line behind their captain, who drew his shining tin sword, and then they marched in and out among the tables, counters and shelves of the toy department.

They right-wheeled and left-wheeled and halted and went on the double-quick and then they all stood up and fired their guns—make-believe, of course, for the guns were only of tin, and had no powder in them, not even talcum powder.

“But it’s lots of fun to make believe!� said the Sawdust Doll, when the parade had ended.

“Yes, it certainly is!� said the Calico Clown. “And, speaking of fun, reminds me of a joke. What part of a doll’s house is hot and cold at the same time?�

“Ho! Such a thing can’t be!� exclaimed the White Rocking Horse. “Nothing can be hot and cold at the same time.�

“Yes, it can!� said the Calico Clown. “It’s the front door of the doll’s house. The outside part of the door is cold, and the inside part, nearest the fire, is hot. Ha, Ha!� and he rattled his cymbals like anything.

And so the make-believe party of the toys went on in the night. It was make-believe only to such persons as you and me and the watchman. To the toys the party was real enough, for they could talk among themselves, and move and jump about. But if any one had looked at them, even a little baby, the toys would have been as still and quiet as a hairpin. That’s the funny part of it.

The Sawdust Doll was just having a little dance with the Calico Clown, and the Monkey on a Stick was asking the White Rocking Horse to give him a ride around the floor when, all of a sudden, the Lamb on Wheels came rolling back from where she had gone to look out of a window.

“The sun is coming up! The sun is coming up!� cried the Lamb. “Back to your places, every one of you. It will soon be daylight and the people will begin coming in.�

And, surely enough, a little while after that, when all the toys were back in their places, the store opened, the clerks took their stand behind counters and in front of shelves, and once more the busy shopping day began.

“I wonder if anything will happen to me to-day,� thought the Sawdust Doll as she sat on her shelf, with other dolls and toys around her. “I wonder if I shall ever have any adventures. I wonder——�

And just then she was surprised to see, coming toward the doll counter, the same lady who, the day before, had been in with the little girl Dorothy and the boy Dick.

“Where is that pretty doll I looked at yesterday?� asked the lady of the girl clerk. “I mean the one with the brown eyes?�

“This is it, Madam,� was the answer. “I put it aside for you,� and the girl lifted down the Sawdust Doll. To look at her you never would have thought that, a few hours before, she had been dancing around with the Calico Clown.

“Yes, that is the doll I want for my little girl,� said the lady. “It is one of the most beautiful I have seen in the store. Her brown eyes are so very pretty. I’ll take her.�

And then began some adventures for the Sawdust Doll. She was dusted off with a soft brush, and it tickled her face so that she wanted to sneeze, but she knew she would not dare do that with all the people around. Then the clerk wrapped some soft paper around her, and more paper on the outside of that and tied it with a string.

“Gracious! I hope I don’t smother!� thought the Sawdust Doll.

She wished she might have a chance to say good-bye to the White Rocking Horse, and to the Candy Rabbit, the Monkey on a Stick, the Bold Tin Soldier, the Lamb on Wheels, and the Calico Clown.

But of course this could not be done while all the people were looking on. But the Tin Soldier, the Calico Clown, and others were thinking to themselves rather sad thoughts.

“There goes our Sawdust Doll!� thought the Clown. “I suppose I’ll never see her again.�

“And I’ll never have another chance to drive a bad rat away from her with my tin sword,� thought the Tin Soldier.

“She’ll never ride on my back again,� mused the White Rocking Horse.

“Never again will she tell me how sweet I am,� sighed the Candy Rabbit.

“She used to like to watch me go up and down on my stick,� whispered the Monkey to himself; “that is, when I didn’t go too fast.�

“She used to feel my soft wool,� was what the Lamb on Wheels thought to herself.

But the lady who had bought the Sawdust Doll knew nothing of this. She took the package the clerk gave her, and, with it in her arms, got into her automobile.

“We’ll go home now,� said the lady to the man who sat at the steering-wheel. “I have the doll for Dorothy, so we’ll go home.�

And, a moment later, the Sawdust Doll was rolling smoothly over the streets on her way to have new adventures. But she could not help feeling sad when she thought of the toys she had left behind in the store.

CHAPTER V
THE BIRTHDAY PARTY

The Sawdust Doll could not see, of course, all the things that happened on her automobile ride, for she was wrapped in paper from the store. But she could feel the big machine gliding along on its rubber-tired wheels, and she knew she was having a ride.

“It may be nicer than a ride on the back of the White Rocking Horse,� thought the Sawdust Doll, “but it isn’t so much fun, cooped up here as I am. I wish we’d get where we’re going.�

And, soon enough, she had her wish. Through the different streets rolled the automobile, and soon it came to a stop near a pretty house in front of which was a lawn. The lawn was green in summer, but now, as it was near Christmas, there was white snow on the grass.

“You may put the auto up now,� said the lady to the driver. “I shall not be going out again to-day. I must get ready for Dorothy’s birthday party.�

And then the Sawdust Doll was carried into the house. The lady hurried up the stairs, holding the package under her fur coat.

“Is that you, Mother?� called Dorothy from the playroom.

“Yes,� was the answer. “Stay there! I’ll be with you in a moment. Is Dick there?�

“Yes, I’m here!� Dick answered. “I’m making believe a chair is a rocking horse. Did you bring me a rocking horse, Mother?� he asked, and he came to the door of the playroom.

“It isn’t Christmas yet,� Mother answered, with a laugh. “Here, Martha,� she quickly said to the maid. “Take this doll. It’s for Dorothy’s birthday to-morrow. Hide it away on top of a closet shelf where Dorothy’ll not see it.�

The doll was laid away on a shelf in a dark closet. That is, it was dark for a time, but, after a while, the Sawdust Doll began to see things faintly, just as she used to look at things on the shelves and counters of the toy store.

“Hello! Who’s there?� suddenly asked a voice of the Sawdust Doll, and she knew, right away, that it was a toy, like herself, speaking. But all she could dimly see was a small, square box in one corner of the top clothes’-press shelf.

“Hello!� said a voice again.

“Hello!� answered the Sawdust Doll politely. “But I can’t see any one,� she added.

“And no wonder! My spring is broken, and I can’t put my head out to see you, either,� the voice went on. “But I can look at you through a crack.�

“A crack in what?� asked the Sawdust Doll.

“A crack in my box,� was the reply.

“Well, go on,� said the Sawdust Doll, after a moment of silence.

“I’m Jack-in-the-Box,� the voice continued. “I used to live in a toy store, and I was bought last Christmas for the boy who lives in this house. But after he had played with me awhile, watching me jump out of my box every time the lid was lifted, my spring broke. I couldn’t jump any more then, and the boy grew tired of me. So I was put away on this shelf. Goodness, how lonesome I’ve been! I’m glad you came to keep me company. How long are you going to stay?�

“I don’t know,� answered the Sawdust Doll.

“I hope your spring isn’t broken, and that you are not put here because you aren’t of any more use as a toy,� said Jack-in-the-Box.

“No, I haven’t any springs,� answered the Doll. “I’m full of sawdust.�

“That’s better than having a spring inside you,� said Jack. “You can’t break sawdust.�

“No, but you can spill it,� the Doll went on. “And that’s what I’m always afraid of, that some day there’ll be an accident and all my sawdust will run out.�

“Oh, let us hope not!� exclaimed Jack. “But, really, I’m glad you have come. I was dreadfully lonesome here! Tell me about yourself. Tell me about your adventures.�

“I haven’t had many yet,� the Sawdust Doll replied. “We used to have fun playing party in the store after all the real folks were gone. But I’d like to hear about you. Having your spring broken must be a very wonderful adventure indeed.�

“Yes, it’s wonderful, all right,� sighed Jack. “But it isn’t much fun. If my spring were not broken I could look out now from the top of my box and see you and talk to you much better. As it is, I have to whisper through the crack.�

“It isn’t much fun talking through a crack,� agreed the Sawdust Doll. “But tell me about your spring.�

So Jack told how one day the boy pushed him into the box too hard, and slammed the cover down so quickly that there was a snip and a snap, and poor Jack’s spring broke. Never after that could he jump out of his box with a squeak whenever the lid was lifted.

“And now I want to hear about you,� said Jack. So the Sawdust Doll told about her friends in the store, and how the Bold Tin Soldier had driven the rat back to his hole.

For some little time the Jack-in-the-Box and the Sawdust Doll remained on the closet shelf, talking together in the make-believe language of toys—a language no real persons ever hear, any more than they can see the toys at play.

Then, the next day, the closet door suddenly opened, and a flood of light came in.

“Ha! I think they’ve come for you,� whispered Jack.

“Maybe it’s for you,� the Doll answered.

“Oh, no, my days are over,� was the Jack’s reply. “Nobody wants to play with a broken toy. I’ll stay here a long time, I suppose. But your adventures are just beginning.�

And that is just what happened. The Sawdust Doll was lifted down off the shelf, and a beautiful dress was put on her. It was made of silk, and was the color of a rose.

“You are as nice a doll as any little girl could wish,� said Martha, the maid, as she tied a blue sash on the Sawdust Doll.

There was a looking-glass in the room where the maid was dressing the toy for the birthday party, and the Sawdust Doll had a look at herself in the mirror.

“My, how nice I look,� thought the doll. “This is much nicer than wearing nothing but a bit of cheese cloth, as I did in the store. I won’t catch cold now.�

The rose silk dress was fastened on the doll, and then Mother came to get the toy.

“It is almost time for Dorothy’s party,� said Mother. “I hope she will like her doll. I’ll take it down.�

Down the stairs the Sawdust Doll was carried, and a moment later, she found herself in a room that was filled with little girls and boys. The girls all wore pretty dresses and the boys had their hair combed, so the Sawdust Doll began to think it was a party. And when she heard the guests say to Dorothy that they wished her “many happy returns,� the Sawdust Doll knew it was a birthday party.

“Here you are, little daughter!� said Mother to Dorothy. “Here is a present for you,� and the Sawdust Doll was handed to the little girl.

Dorothy’s eyes shone in delight, and she danced up and down as she hugged the toy close in her arms.

“Oh, she’s the very doll I wanted!� cried Dorothy. “It’s the same one I saw in the store! Look, Dick!� she called to her brother, showing him her new pet. “Don’t you remember? This doll was in the store where you rode the White Rocking Horse!�

“Yes, and I wish I had the Rocking Horse now!� exclaimed Dick. “But dolls are all right for girls, and I’m glad you have a new one, Dorothy,� he added, feeling he had not been very polite. “She is pretty.�

“Yes, my doll is lovely!� said Dorothy.

“Indeed she is!� cried all the other girls. And though each one of them had a doll, none was any prettier or more beautifully dressed than the Sawdust Doll.

Carlo Runs Away With the Sawdust Doll
Page [63]

Then the party fun began. The boys and girls played games and danced to music. Some of the girls even danced with the Sawdust Doll, and I think it was very good of Dorothy to let them play with her beautiful new doll. But they were very careful.

“I like birthday parties,� thought the Sawdust Doll. “I wish the Bold Tin Soldier and the Calico Clown were here to enjoy this one.�

After the children had played games they had good things to eat, for that is one of the best things at a party. And while the children ate cake and ice cream the Sawdust Doll was laid aside. She found herself lying on a table near a big pin-cushion that was tied with a yellow ribbon.

“I hope none of the pins or needles come out and stick me,� thought the Doll, as she looked at them. “If I get a hole in me all my sawdust will run out, and that would be dreadful.�

Dorothy’s new toy, lying on a table near the pin-cushion in a side room, could hear the joyous shouts and laughter of the children at the birthday party. She could hear the rattle of spoons and of the ice-cream dishes.

All of a sudden, when it was very still and quiet in the room where the Sawdust Doll was lying, there came a growling noise.

“Gracious me!� thought the Sawdust Doll, “I wonder if that is Buster the Bear whom Jack was telling me about. I wonder!�

She started to rise and look around, but she was afraid to do this for fear some prying boy or girl might be looking. And the toys never dare move if any one looks at them.

Then, after the growl, there came a bark—a loud bark.

“That can’t be a bear!� thought the Sawdust Doll. “Bears don’t bark—they growl. But I remember there was a Fuzzy Dog in Toy Town. He used to growl and wag his tail when he was wound up. I wonder if the Fuzzy Dog could be here? I wish I dared look.�

And then something dreadful happened. At least it was dreadful to the Sawdust Doll. For a shaggy dog, one she knew was real and not a toy, rushed up to her, growling and barking. And the next moment the Sawdust Doll was caught up in the dog’s mouth, dragged from the table and carried away!

CHAPTER VI
IN THE DOG HOUSE

Carlo, the shaggy dog, who lived in the same house with Dorothy and Dick, was not a bad dog. But he liked to find new things to pick up in his teeth, shake, and then carry off. Sometimes he hid the things he carried off in this way, and they were not found for a long time afterward. Often he would take the ball Dick played with and run off with that. But when Dick saw Carlo doing this he chased the dog and got back the ball.