“Wrap him up, Mr. Mugg, please,” said Arthur, when the spring was all unwound and the wheels inside the Plush Bear no longer moved his paws and head and caused him to growl.  “Wrap him up, and I’ll take him home.  I guess Dick and Arnold and Herbert and Sidney will wish they had a toy like this!”

The Plush Bear again felt himself being lifted up by Mr. Mugg, who put him in tissue paper and then in the same box in which the Bear had traveled to Earth from the shop of Santa Claus.

“Good-by, Wax Doll!  Good-by, Jumping Jack, Elephant and all my friends,” said the Plush Bear to himself as the tissue paper covered his eyes and shut out the sight of the other toys in the store.  “Good-by!  I don’t know when I shall see you again!”

Of course the Plush Bear dared not say this out loud, for he was being watched.  And he dared not move of his own accord for the same reason.  He felt a little sad at leaving all his toy friends, but he liked the looks of the fat boy, and Arthur seemed like one who would make a kind master.

“Oh, what fun I’ll have with my Plush Bear!” said the fat boy, as he walked out of the toy store with his mother.  “I’ll invite Dick over with his White Rocking Horse, Arnold with his Bold Tin Soldiers, Herbert with his Monkey on a Stick, and Sidney with his Calico Clown.  We’ll have a lot of fun!”

“I thought you said Sidney’s Calico Clown was broken,” remarked Mrs. Rowe as she and Arthur got into their automobile.

“Only the Clown’s cap was torn off when they were playing circus the other day,” said Arthur.  “Mirabell’s Lamb on Wheels was broken, too, and I guess they’re both in Mr. Mugg’s toy shop being fixed.”

“Indeed they are there,” thought the Plush Bear, who could hear all that was said through the tissue paper and his box.  “I was talking to the Lamb and the Clown only last night.  Well, it will not be so bad if I can see them once in a while.  I should also like to meet the Wax Doll again, and the Elephant.  I hope nice fat boys get them for presents.”

Though it was cold outside of Mr. Mugg’s store, the Plush Bear did not feel it.  In the first place, he had on his own warm coat, which was almost like fur.  Then he was wrapped in paper, and he was in a box, and he was inside the nice automobile.  So he was even more comfortable than he had been at the North Pole, and ever so much more cozy than when he was in the igloo of Ski, the Eskimo boy.

“Look, Nettie!  Look what I have!” cried Arthur, the fat boy, as he ran into the house as soon as the auto stopped.  “I have a Bear that growls!”

Nettie, his little sister, who was running to meet her brother, carrying in her arms a Rag Doll, stopped when Arthur began to open the bundle he had carried from Mr. Mugg’s store.

“I don’t like growly bears!” she exclaimed.

“Oh, this bear is nice!  He’s a Plush Bear,” Arthur said.  “He wobbles his head and he jiggles his paws, and he growls, but it’s only a make-believe growl.  Look at my new Bear, Nettie!”