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But now all the toys were still and quiet. They sat or stood or were lying down on the counter, waiting for what would happen next. And what generally did happen was that some customers came to the store and bought them.

Already a number of the toys had been sold and taken away. There was the Sawdust Doll. She was the first to go. Then the White Rocking Horse had been bought for a boy named Dick, a brother of Dorothy, who now owned the Sawdust Doll. The Lamb on Wheels had been purchased by a jolly sailor, and when the Lamb saw him she feared she would be taken on an ocean trip and made seasick. But the sailor gave the Lamb to a little girl named Mirabell. And, in the course of time, her brother Arnold was given a Bold Tin Soldier and some soldier men.

The Candy Rabbit–about whom I have told you in a book, as I have told you of these other toys–the Candy Rabbit was given as an Easter present to a little girl named Madeline, and her brother Herbert had, later, been given the Monkey on a Stick.

The Calico Clown was looking over at the Celluloid Doll, thinking how pretty she was, and he was also thinking of the Sawdust Doll, whom he had liked very much, when, all of a sudden, it seemed as if a whirlwind had blown into the toy department.

A boy with a very loud voice and feet that tramped and stamped on the floor rushed up to the counter.

“I want a toy! I want something to play with!” cried this boy. “I want a Jumping Jack and I want a Noah’s Ark! You said you’d get me something if I let the dentist pull that tooth, and now you’ve got to! I want a lot of toys!” he cried to the lady who was with him.

“Yes, Archibald. But please be quiet!” begged his mother. “I will get you a toy. Which one do you want?”

“I want this Elephant!” cried the boy who, I am afraid, was rather rude. He caught the Elephant up by his trunk, and twisted the poor animal around.

“Goodness me, sakes alive! I’m getting dizzy,” thought the Elephant. “I hope this boy is not to be my master!”

And this, it would seem, was not going to happen. Suddenly the boy dropped the Elephant.

“I don’t want this toy! He can’t do anything!” the boy shouted. “I want something that jiggles and joggles and does things! Oh, I want this one!” and, as true as I’m telling you, that boy caught up the Calico Clown.

“Well, I guess this is the last of me!” thought the Calico Clown. “I will not last very long in the hands of this rude chap.”

The boy had grabbed up the Calico Clown and had thrown the Elephant down so hard that the Celluloid Doll was knocked over.

“Be careful, little boy, if you please,” gently said the girl clerk.

“Oh, I’ve got to have this Clown!” went on the rude boy. “I don’t care for other toys. Does this fellow do anything?” he asked of the clerk, while his mother looked on, hardly knowing what to say. Archibald had just been to the dentist’s to have a tooth pulled, so perhaps we should forgive him for being a little rough.

“The Clown plays his cymbals when you touch him here,” and the clerk pointed to the spring hidden in the chest of the gay fellow, under his speckled, striped and spotted calico jacket.

“Oh, I’ll touch him all right! I’ll punch him!” cried the boy, and he jabbed the Calico Clown so hard in the chest that the cymbals rattled together like marbles in a boy’s pocket.

“He’s dandy! I want him!” cried the boy. “What else does he do?” he asked.

“He moves his arms and legs when you pull these strings,” was the answer, and the clerk showed the boy how to do it.