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“What kind of gate?” asked the Monkey on a Stick.

“It doesn’t make any difference what kind of gate,” said the Clown.

“I should think it would,” the Monkey stated. “And while you are about it, why don’t you tell us what kind of pig it is?”

“That doesn’t make any difference either,” said the Clown. “The riddle is what makes more noise than a pig under a gate.”

“Excuse me, but I should think it would make a great deal of difference,” went on the Monkey. “A big pig under a small gate would make more noise than a little pig under a big gate. If we only knew the size of the gate and what kind of pig it was, we might guess the riddle.”

“Hark! I hear a noise! Some one is coming!” cried the Bold Tin Soldier, and all the toys became as quiet as mice.

CHAPTER II

THE JOLLY SAILOR

The noise which the toys had heard, and which had made them all stop talking, causing them to become as quiet as mice–this noise seemed to be coming nearer and nearer. It was a rolling, rumbling sort of noise.

“Can that be the watchman?” whispered the Calico Clown to the Bold Tin Soldier.

“I hardly think so,” was the answer. “He tramps along differently, his feet making a noise like the beat of a drum. This is quite another sound. But we had better keep still until we see what it is.”

So all the toys kept quiet, and the noise came nearer and nearer and nearer, and then, all of a sudden, there rolled along the floor a toy Elephant on roller skates.

“Hello! Hello there, my toy friends!” cried the Elephant through his trunk. “How are you all? And where is the White Rocking Horse? I’ll have a race with him. I tried to the other night, but one of my roller skates jiggled off and then the watchman came and the race could not be run. Where is the Rocking Horse?”

“Why, didn’t you hear?” asked the Clown, as he sat up, for the toys knew it would be all right now to move about and talk as they had been doing.

“Didn’t I hear what?” asked the Elephant, sliding around on his roller skates. “I hear a lot of things,” he went on, “but these skates make so much racket I can’t hear very well when I have them on. They don’t really belong to me,” he said, looking at the Candy Rabbit. “I just borrowed them from the sporting section, as I did before, to race with the White Rocking Horse.”

“Well, you might have saved yourself the trouble,” said the Monkey on a Stick. “The White Rocking Horse isn’t here any more. He was sold.”

“Dear me!” exclaimed the Elephant. “That’s too bad! Then I can’t have a race.”

“Unless you want to race with the Lamb on Wheels,” said the Bold Tin Soldier. “She has wheels on her feet almost like your roller skates. Will you race with her?”

“Thank you, I don’t believe I care to race,” put in the Lamb. “I am not used to it. And I might break a leg, and then that nice little girl, who was petting me to-day, would not want to buy me. I had better not race.”

“Just as you like,” came from the Elephant. “But I am sorry that my friend, the White Rocking Horse, has gone. I wonder if I shall ever see him again.”

And the Elephant did see the Rocking chap later on, as you may read in the book telling “The Story of the White Rocking Horse.” It was in a Toy Hospital where they met, after each had had many adventures.

“Well, if we are not going to have a race, what shall we do?” asked the Calico Clown.

“Suppose you tell us another riddle,” said the Bold Tin Soldier.

“Let the Monkey on a Stick, the Jack in the Box and the Candy Rabbit have a jumping race!” proposed the Lamb. “They are all good jumpers.”