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"And I saw him when I was walking along!" exclaimed Arthur Rowe, the jolly fat boy. "As soon as I saw him I knew I'd like him! Oh, Mother, hear him growl! And see him wave his paws!" Indeed the Plush Bear was doing all his tricks, for he had been wound up by Mr. Mugg for that very purpose.
The China Cat heard what was said, and, looking out of the window, she saw the same nice little girl who had once held her in her hands. "Oh, I hope nothing happens this time," whispered the Cat. "I should like to live with that nice little girl." "We have come for the China Cat, Mr. Mugg," said Aunt Clara, as the toy man came forward to wait on his customers.
Then she and the Donkey and the other toys talked for some hours, and told stories. On account of his paint not being dry the Donkey did not walk around, jump or kick as he had used to do. In the morning the toys had to stop their fun-making, for Mr. Mugg and his daughters came to open the store for the day. And in the afternoon Mr. Richmond called to get the mended toy.
But as a matter of fact they behaved quite well for parents. My mother said something about being sure not to get my feet wet; and my father just smiled a crooked sort of smile, patted me on the back and wished me luck. Good-byes are awfully uncomfortable things and I was glad when it was over and we passed on to the ship. We were a little surprised not to see Matthew Mugg among the crowd.
With tiny pieces of wood, put in the broken leg to make it as strong as the others that were not broken, with hot, sticky glue, and with strands of silk thread, Mr. Mugg worked on the Nodding Donkey. The toy felt like braying out as loudly as he could when he felt the hot glue on his leg, but he was not permitted to do this, since Mr. Mugg was looking at him.
"All right," answered the sergeant. "She is here waiting for you. Though I would not call her very white," he added as he hung up the telephone. "What do you think of that, Geraldine Angelina!" called Mr. Mugg to his two daughters. "Our China Cat, that was stolen when the toys were carried out on account of the fire, has been found!" "Oh, I am so glad!" said Geraldine.
I am going to get my breakfast," said the policeman who had brought the white pussy into the station house. "I'll take care of her, and send her back to Mr. Mugg as soon as I have a chance," the sergeant promised. Then he set the China Cat off the top of the big desk, and on a smaller one, so she would not get broken.
"That is very kind of you, I am sure," said Mr. Mugg, rubbing his hands and looking over the tops of his glasses. "We have many toys here for good little girls, and for good boys, too. Not long ago I sold a Nodding Donkey to a lame boy, and, would you believe me; that boy isn't lame at all now," and Mr. Mugg laughed, and Aunt Clara laughed also. But Jennie was looking along the shelves of toys.
"Oh, what a queer place!" cried the Wax Doll. "I don't like it here! What is it?" "I hardly know," answered the Plush Bear. "This is the repair department," said the Jumping Jack, who had followed the two new toys. "It is here that Mr. Mugg mends the toys that get broken in the store, or toys that get broken when the boys and girls play with them.
As he did so the noise became louder; bumping, banging, crashing, and above it all sounded the shrill toot-toot of whistles. "Dear me, what is happening?" thought the Plush Bear. Horatio Mugg, owner of the toy store where the Plush Bear was now at home, hurried to the back of the shop. It was here that the noise had come from, and the sound was still keeping up as Mr.
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