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“Who is Mr. Mugg?” asked the Trumpeter, as he rubbed his horn to make it more shiny. “Excuse me for asking, but I have not been here very long, you know,” he added.

“Mr. Horatio Mugg is the man who keeps this toy store,” explained the China Cat. “He and his daughters, Angelina and Geraldine, keep us toys in order, dust us off and sell us whenever any one comes in to buy playthings.”

“Then it seems I am not to stay here always,” went on the Trumpeter. “Well, I like a jolly life, going about from place to place. I had fun at the North Pole, and now I hope I shall have some fun here. That’s why I blew my trumpet–to start you toys into life.”

“We always come to life after dark, and make believe we are alive when no one sees us,” explained the China Cat. “That is one of the things we are allowed to do. But as soon as daylight shines, or when any one comes into the store to look at us, we must turn back into toys that can move only when we are wound up. That is, all except me. I have no springs inside me–I move of myself whenever make-believe time comes,” she added, and she switched her tail from side to side.

“Well, I have springs inside me,” said the Talking Doll, “and also a little phonograph. When it is wound up I can say ‘papa’ and ‘mama’ and ‘I am hungry.’ But when we are by ourselves, as we are now, I can say what I please.”

“I, too, have springs inside me,” said the Trumpeter. “That is how I blow my trumpet. But now, as we are by ourselves and it is night, why not have some fun? Let’s do something. Perhaps, as a newcomer, I should let some one else start it. But I could not bear to lie on the shelf, doing nothing, especially when it is so near the jolly Christmas season. So I just blew my trumpet to awaken you all.”

“And I’m glad you did,” said the Jumping Jack. “I say let’s have some fun! Shall I show you how well I can jump?” he asked. “If this is your first night here,” he said to the Trumpeter, “you do not know all the tricks I can do.”

“I should be most happy to see you do some,” replied the Trumpeter.

“Oh, that Jumping Jack. He thinks he is the only one who can jump!” whispered a Jack in the Box to Tumbling Tom. “If I could get out of this box I’d show him some jumps that would make him open his eyes!”

“And as for tumbles!” said Tom. “Why, I can beat him all to pieces! But we must be polite, you know, especially before strangers–I mean the Trumpeter. Don’t let’s have a quarrel.”

“All right,” agreed the Jack in the Box, or Jack Box, as he was called for short.

“Now watch me jump!” cried Jumping Jack. “Clear the shelf, if you please. The Trumpeter has never seen any of my circus tricks!”

So the toys in the shop of Mr. Horatio Mugg got ready to have a jolly night. Just as the China Cat had said, the toys had the power of making believe. They could pretend to come to life, and talk among themselves, and do things they never would think of doing in the daytime. This was when no human eyes saw them.

“Attention now, everybody!” called the Jumping Jack, just like the ringmaster in a circus. “First I will climb to the top of the highest shelf, and then I will jump down.”

“Won’t you hurt yourself?” asked the Trumpeter.

“Oh, no, I’ll land on a big rubber ball and bounce,” the Jumping Jack answered. “If you want to, Trumpeter,” he added, “you can blow a blast on your horn to start me off. It will be more exciting if you do that.”