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Updated: June 27, 2025
But when he's through work and tells us stories or makes us things, why then he is the Toyman." "Yes," his brother agreed. "He looks as if some fairy godmother changed him nights and Sundays." But they were rudely interrupted. "Caw, caw!" said a voice. It was a rascal's voice. "Caw, caw!" said another. The Toyman jumped. He shook his fist. "You old thief!" he called.
Again the Toyman took a little, oh, just a little time from his work that is, he meant to, but it turned out a longer "spell" than he had intended. First they sorted the marbles.
"Hush!" commanded the Toyman. "We must keep quiet so the enemy won't know where we are." So they dug and they dug and packed the snow hard. Soon the walls were as high as Jehosophat's shoulders, and the fort was all ready. The Toyman stopped and said: "Now for the ammunition." "What's ammunition? "Watch." The Toyman took a handful of snow and crushed it hard between both hands.
"There we will leave them," the Toyman spoke sternly, "as a warning to all evil-doers." So they walked back slowly to the House of the White Wyandottes where Mother Hen clucked contentedly once more and all the yellow chickens ran around, chasing the little bugs in their game of hide-and-seek. A fine game it was too, only it was more interesting for the chickens than the bugs, you see.
There were so many of them, boys and girls from the neighborhood all around! Some were at the top, and some at the bottom, and some in the middle, sliding merrily down. When the Three Happy Children reached the top of the hill the Toyman cried: "I'll sit in front to steer and hold little Hepzebiah. You boys sit in back, Jehosophat at the end, and hold on to the grips."
Not Jack Holmes or Jack Frost no, it was someone much handsomer, although he had a hole in the top of his head, a fat face, big round eyes, a large flat nose, and a wide, wide mouth with lots of square teeth in it. "Mr. Jehosophat Green," said the Toyman very politely, "let me make you acquainted with Jack, or, as he is sometimes called, 'Ole Man Pumpkin." Jehosophat bowed low.
I might give something of a like example of extravagance in fitting up a cutler's shop, Anglicé a toyman, which are now come up to such a ridiculous expense, as is hardly to be thought of without the utmost contempt: let any one stop at the Temple, or at Paul's corner, or in many other places.
"Oh, a lot else " the Toyman replied, "for one thing, the door-knobs in all the castles are silver but then that's nothin' silver's so common even their frying-pans are made outo' that. But you ought to see their lamp-posts in the street. Their poles are built of ivory from the tusks of elephants of the first water; an' the glass on top is nothing but rubies "
This didn't seem to suit Marmaduke, and he tried hard to remember a name Reddy Toms had told him, out of a book of Reddy's, all about pirates and things. But he couldn't think of it at all. Just then a voice shouted, "What ho, Dick Deadeye!" It was the Toyman, who had been standing in the doorway watching them. "Dick Deadeye whew!"
"I won 'em, they're mine," and still Fatty kept putting them in his bag. Marmaduke could hear them dropping in. "Chink, chink," they went, but their "chink, chink" didn't sound so pretty or so much like music as when they were dropping in his own bag. "That's not the way the Toyman plays," Jehosophat insisted, "when we're through we divide 'em up again so's to be even."
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