RAIN IN TOYTOWN
is so much dust on me that I look grey. I have kept my beak a nice bright orange by rubbing it against the back of this box. Oh, doll, it is so exciting to have someone to talk to! "
" Do you suppose everyone will forget about me, as they have forgotten about you? " asked the doll, with tears in her blue eyes. She was a dear little doll, dressed in a gardening overall. Her hair was brown and curly, and she wore no hat, but a ribbon tied up her curls. Her hands held the handles of the barrow tightly.
" I expect we shall stay here till we fall to pieces," said the duck, with a sigh.
" Well, I don't see why we should! " said the doll, tossing back her hair fiercely. " Surely we can think of a way to escape from this shelf."
" But where should we go if we did? " said the duck. " You would be put back on the shelf, if the shopkeeper found you again, I am sure."
" If only I could mend my wheel, I could wheel my barrow away, and go to Toytown," sighed the doll. " I know the way quite well."
" Let me have a look at the wheel," begged the duck. " Perhaps I can think of a way of mending it! "
The doll pulled the barrow round so that the duck could see it. The wheel was broken quite in half. There was no mending it, that was certain!
" I believe I know what you could do! " said the duck, in excitement. " Why not take out that wheel, and slip in something else instead—a cotton-reel, for instance. That would make a very strong wheel! "
" I didn't think of that! " cried the doll. " Oh, duck, that would be just the thing! To-night I will see " I believe I know what you can do 1"