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Updated: June 27, 2025
"Do you 'spose we could take that city?" "'Spose!" exclaimed the Toyman, "why, I'm sure of it. Just call up your horses an' call up your men." And he put his hands to his lips and hallooed through them as through a trumpet, Echo answering back as if she had a trumpet, too.
You could hear the wagon-wheels rattling away long after he turned the corner. Then the Toyman "tlucked" to Hal and they drove off, too. "How did you know him?" Jehosophat asked, after they had trotted a little way. "Oh, I used to know him out West. He didn't remember me, but I did him. I bought one of his bottles once." "Is he a robber?"
Jim Crow's cousin?" "Ha, ha, ha!" laughed the Toyman. "That is a good one. No, Mr. Scarecrow is the policeman of the cornfield. Let's go over and set him on his pins again." So again he walked through the rows between the cornstalks and they came to a little clear place in the middle of the field. There, flat on his back, lay Mr. Scarecrow. He too looked as if he were dead. But he was not.
"Of course you have," his good old chum replied, "and a heap of wonderful things you saw." The Toyman never laughed at the wonderful things they had done, nor at the marvellous things they had seen no never, for he understood little children. Now Jehosophat had to believe him. He asked lots of questions, while Hepzebiah listened, her eyes growing as round as big peppermint drops.
Often, when he felt happiest, he couldn't put his happiness into words he just couldn't talk about the particular thing that was making him happy. And, strange to say, he would usually talk about something quite different. So he said, "Let's see your knife." The Toyman took it out. It was a beauty, too, with five blades, all of different sizes, and a corkscrew.
When supper was over three little heads were nodding and soon the three happy children were taking a little sail way on into Dreamland. That is a beautiful place where you would like to go too. So you had better follow them quickly. Perhaps you can catch up with them. Good-night. The Toyman sat by the pond under the "Crying Tree."
"Well, some folks might call him that without being sued for libel, but I 'spose he's within the law." Marmaduke wondered how he could be in the law and in the wagon at the same time, and the Toyman had to explain that he meant that the strange man ought to go to jail, but probably wouldn't. Just why, he told them to "wait and see."
What she had once swallowed she wasn't apt to give up. Marmaduke felt very much hurt and very indignant about the way he had been treated. As Father said, "it was a grave slight to his hospitality." However, he forgot all about it when he saw the new skates which Mother and Father had waiting for him, and the grand Noah's Ark which the Toyman had made with his very own hands.
The sinkers were to keep the hooks near the bottom of the pond where the fish stay most of the time. Then from his pockets the Toyman took three pretty things which he had made the night before. They were whittled of wood and shaped like lemons with sharper points.
Marmaduke wished the Toyman would come back, so that he might meet Santa, for he was a year-round Santa himself, always making things and doing things for little boys. But Santa was talking: "Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!" he said, then he added, "to one and all."
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