. The story of a white rocking horse . as good as new. Oh, I shall be so glad if he is/ saidDick. And the White Horse himself, thoughhe dared say nothing just then, thoughthow glad he would be to have his brokenleg mended. Some of the splinters weresticking him, and though of course I do 82 A WHITE ROCKING HORSE not mean to say that a wooden horse hasthe same pain with a broken leg as a boyor girl or a chicken or a rooster wouldhave, still it is no fun. Patrick, the gardener, came out and car-ried the broken-legged Rocking Horse intothe front hall. Well let him stand there until Daddycomes hom
. The story of a white rocking horse . as good as new. Oh, I shall be so glad if he is/ saidDick. And the White Horse himself, thoughhe dared say nothing just then, thoughthow glad he would be to have his brokenleg mended. Some of the splinters weresticking him, and though of course I do 82 A WHITE ROCKING HORSE not mean to say that a wooden horse hasthe same pain with a broken leg as a boyor girl or a chicken or a rooster wouldhave, still it is no fun. Patrick, the gardener, came out and car-ried the broken-legged Rocking Horse intothe front hall. Well let him stand there until Daddycomes home with the auto and can takehim to the hospital, said Mother. And then it was that the White Rock-ing Horse had a chance to speak to theSawdust Doll. Dorothy laid her Doll ona chair in the hall to help Dick, Mirabelland Arnold bring the toy train inside, asit was getting too cold to play out on theporch. Im sorry, murmured the Doll. Oh, ho! exclaimed Dicks Daddy,when he came home and heard the Rocking Horse with a broken leg!. What Happened to You? Asked White Rocking Horse. Page 86 N THE TOY HOSPITAL 83 Of course Ill take him to the toy hos-pital/ And, not waiting for his supper, lestthe hospital be closed, Daddy wrapped theWhite Rocking Horse in a sheet, put himonce more in the back of the automobileand started off. A little later the White Rocking Horsefound himself in the toy hospital. Itwas not such a place as you have seen ifyou have ever been in the buildings wheresick people are made well. There wereno beds and no doctors and no queersmells. Yes, wait a minute, there werequeer smells of glue and paste, but theWhite Rocking Horse rather liked them. Instead of a doctor there was a jolly-looking man, with a long apron, and asquare, paper cap. Can you mend the broken leg of thisRocking Horse*? asked Dicks father. 84 A WHITE ROCKING HORSE The hospital toy doctor looked at theWhite Rocking Horse. I shall have to put a new piece in hisleg, he said. It is badly splinter
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