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“Isn’t he the dearest Donkey you ever saw, Angelina?” said one of the ladies to the other.

“He certainly is, Geraldine,” was the answer. “But something seems to be the matter with his head. It is loose!”

“Tut! Tut! Nonsense! It is made that way, just the same as the moving head of the Fuzzy Bear,” said the old gentleman, whose name was Horatio Mugg. At first the Nodding Donkey had taken this old gentleman for a relative of Santa Claus, for he had the same white hair and whiskers and wore almost the same sort of glasses. But a second look showed the Nodding Donkey that this was not any relation of St. Nicholas. Besides, this toy store was not at all like the workshop of Santa Claus.

The Nodding Donkey was at last on Earth in a toy store, and there, it was hoped, some one would see him and buy him for some boy or girl for Christmas.

The toy store was kept by Mr. Horatio Mugg and his two daughters, one being named Angelina and the other Geraldine.

Mr. Horatio Mugg was the jolliest toy-store man you can imagine! Since his own two daughters had grown up he seemed to think he must look after all the other children in his neighborhood. He was always glad to see the boys and girls in his store. He liked to have them look at the toys, and sometimes he showed them how steam engines or flying machines worked.

Of course there were many dolls, big and little–Sawdust Dolls, Bisque Dolls, Wooden Dolls, some very handsomely dressed, with silk or satin dresses and white stockings and white kid shoes. And some had the cutest hats, and some even had gloves, think of that!

And then the animals–Lions and Tigers, and a Striped Zebra, and funny Monkeys and Goats, Dogs, Spotted Cows and many kinds of Rocking Horses. And even funny little Mice, that ran all around the floor when they were wound up.

And then the other toys–trains of cars, fire engines, building blocks, and oh! so many, many things! It was truly a wonderful place, was that store. It was a place where you could spend an hour or two and the time would fly so fast you would scarcely know where it had gone to.

Mr. Mugg knew all about toys, which kind were the best for boys, which the girls liked the best, and he knew which to put in his window so the children would stop and press their noses flat against the glass to look and see the playthings.

“Yes, the Nodding Donkey will be a fine toy for Christmas,” said Mr. Mugg, looking over the tops of his glasses at the new arrival. “This last box of playthings I received are the best we ever had. Santa Claus and his men certainly are preparing a fine Christmas this year.”

“I think I shall dust off the Donkey,” said Geraldine. “He will be much shinier then, and look better.”

“And I must dust the China Cat,” said her sister Angelina. “She is so white that the least speck shows on her. Real white cats are very fussy about keeping themselves clean, so I do not see why a white China Cat should not be treated the same way. You dust the Nodding Donkey, Geraldine, and I’ll dust the Cat.”

“That China Cat seems to act as if she wanted to speak to me,” thought the Donkey. “Perhaps, after the store is closed to-night, as the workshop of Santa Claus is closed, I may speak to her.”

Up and down and to and fro the head of the Nodding Donkey moved as Geraldine Mugg dusted him. Then she set him back on the shelf, as her sister did the China Cat.

“Come here, Daughters, and see this set of Soldiers,” called Mr. Mugg, who was unpacking more toys from the box. “They are the nicest we ever had.”

“Oh, what fine red coats they wear!” said Angelina.