Suddenly the Plush Bear and the Wax Doll found themselves in a strange place.  All about were shining tools, pots of glue, pieces of wood, strips of cloth, glass eyes, wooden arms and legs, odd ears, noses, tails and heads.

“Oh, what a queer place!” cried the Wax Doll.  “I don’t like it here!  What is it?”

“I hardly know,” answered the Plush Bear.

“This is the repair department,” said the Jumping Jack, who had followed the two new toys.  “It is here that Mr. Mugg mends the toys that get broken in the store, or toys that get broken when the boys and girls play with them.  We had a fire here, not long ago, and the place is rather upset, but don’t mind that.  It is almost in order again, but there are always things scattered about in this repair department.  If ever you lose an eye or an ear, Mr. Plush Bear, just come in here and Mr. Mugg will make you a new one,” said the Jumping Jack.

“That’s a comfort,” answered the Plush Bear, laughing.  “So you have had a fire here?  I thought the place smelled rather smoky.”

“It’s just the way I smelled after I climbed up the string, too near the gas jet, and burned my trousers,” said a voice that seemed to come from one of the shelves in the repair room.

“Who is that?” whispered the Wax Doll.

“The Calico Clown,” answered the Jumping Jack.  “He came here to have a new cap put on him.”

“That’s right,” said the Clown, and he made a polite bow to the Plush Bear and the Wax Doll.  “Sidney, the boy who owns me, was playing circus with me.  His brother, who owns the Monkey on a Stick, was trying to make me jump over the Monkey, when my cap caught on the stick and was ripped off.  So they brought me here to have Mr. Mugg make me a new one.  But did you hear about how I burned my trousers?” asked the Calico Clown.

“I never did, having just arrived here,” said the Plush Bear.

“Oh, you should hear that story!” cried the Clown.  “It was quite funny in a way, though I did not think so at the time.  In fact, there has been a book made about it, and about some of my other adventures.  I must tell you of them.”

“I should be delighted to hear them,” said the Wax Doll, who seemed to have taken quite a liking to the Calico Clown.

“Baa!  Baa!” suddenly called a voice from another shelf.  “I have had adventures also.  After you finish telling about how you burned your trousers, Mr. Clown, I’ll tell how I was once down in a coal hole.”

“Who is that?” asked the Plush Bear in a low tone of the Jumping Jack.

“That is a Lamb on Wheels,” was the answer.  “How comes it that you are here, Miss Lamb?” the Jack answered.  “I didn’t hear that you had had an accident.”

“Oh, yes; but not a very bad one,” bleated the Lamb.  “One of my wheels came off when Mirabell, the little girl who owns me, let me fall.  Her brother Arnold, who has a Bold Tin Soldier and his men, tried to fix me, but his father brought me here for Mr. Mugg to operate on.  I shall be well again in a few days, and go back home.  But who are the visitors?” asked the Lamb.