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“I am not so sure about that,” said the Monkey on a Stick. “I believe the Elephant would have beaten.”

“Well, we can’t have the race now, that’s sure,” neighed the Horse. “I shall soon be leaving you.”

“Maybe I could race with the Elephant,” suggested the woolly Lamb. “I have wheels on, and if the Elephant wears his roller skates that will make us both even. We could have the race to-night, perhaps.”

“Well, I hope you have jolly times when I am gone,” said the White Rocking Horse. “Try to amuse yourselves.”

“We will,” answered the Calico Clown. “But perhaps you will come back to see us, as the Sawdust Doll once did.”

“I’m afraid not,” neighed the Horse. “You see, the Sawdust Doll came back because the little girl, whose mother bought the toy, carried the Doll in her arms. But I am too big to be carried in a boy’s arms.”

“Yes, that is so,” agreed the Bold Tin Soldier. “Horses have to travel along by themselves, or else ride in autos. But perhaps, my dear friend, you may get a chance to gallop back here to see us some night.”

“I should like to,” the White Rocking Horse said; “but I don’t see how it can be done. Some one would be sure to be looking.”

“Hush! Quiet, everybody!” whispered the Calico Clown. “The man is coming back!”

And back he came, having finished looking at the checkers and dominoes. The young lady clerk also returned, with some large sheets of wrapping paper and a ball of string.

The toys could talk among themselves no longer, but of course they could still think, and each one who was to be left behind thought how lonesome it would be with the White Rocking Horse gone.

As for that wonderful chap, he was soon covered from the sight of his friends in the wrappings of paper. One sheet was put over his head, so he could see nothing more. Then his body and legs were wrapped in other papers, and the red saddle and bridle of real leather were covered up, as were the mane and tail of real hair.

“There, I think he will ride very nicely in my auto now,” said the man, as he paid the clerk for the White Rocking Horse. Then the man carried the Horse down in the elevator.

At first it made the White Rocking Horse a little dizzy to be carried down in the elevator. He had not ridden in one for a long time–not since he was first brought to the big store from the Land of the North Pole, where he had been made in the work-shop of Santa Claus. Then the White Rocking Horse had been carried up to the toy department in a big freight elevator, with many others like himself. But that freight elevator went more slowly than the passenger one in which the man now carried down his boy’s Christmas present, thus helping St. Nicholas, who was to be very busy that year.

As the man went outside the store with his bundle the White Rocking Horse felt a cold chill run over him. He was so used to the warm store that he had forgotten the cold weather outside. It was snowing, too, and one or two white flakes sifted in through cracks of the wrapping paper, and fell on the Horse.

“Well, this is certainly a strange adventure,” thought the White Horse; “being carried along this way, out into a storm. I wonder what will happen next?”

And the next he knew he was put in the back of an automobile and away he rode, faster than he ever could have traveled by himself–faster even than he had gone while racing with the Elephant on roller skates.

The ride in the automobile through the snow made the White Rocking Horse rather sleepy, so he really did not know much about what happened on his trip through the storm. All he remembered was that he went quite fast and at last the car stopped.