“I thought I’d stir things up and make them rather lively!” said the Policeman, with a jolly grin on his red face.  “How are you feeling?” he asked, turning to the China Cat.

“I feel quite good enough without having you tickle me,” she answered, as she got up to move away.

“Oh, you’ll feel ever so much better after I tickle you!” cried the Policeman, and he reached out his club toward the Cat.  But he was not quick enough.  She slipped behind a Jack in the Box, where the Policeman could not see her.

“Well, I guess I’ll tickle you again,” said the toy with the club, as he turned back toward the Nodding Donkey.

“Oh, no, don’t, please!” begged the long-eared chap.  “I’ve had quite enough.  When you tickle me I laugh, and when I laugh my head nods harder than it ought to, and maybe it might nod off.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want that to happen!” exclaimed the Policeman.  “That would be too bad an accident.  I guess I’ll walk down the shelf and see if there’s a fire anywhere,” he went on, and away he stalked, swinging his club from side to side.

“Oh, I hope there isn’t a fire here,” said the Nodding Donkey, as the China Cat came out from behind the Jack’s box.  “I am not used to being hot.  I came from the cold North Pole.”

“No, there isn’t any fire.  If there were you would soon see the toy Fireman and the Fire Engine starting out,” replied the China Cat.  “I don’t like fires myself, and I detest the water they squirt on them.  We cats don’t like water, you know.”

“So I have heard,” said the Nodding Donkey.

“Dear me! there’s a speck of dirt on my tail,” suddenly mewed the China Cat, and she leaned over, and with her red tongue washed her tail clean.

Meanwhile the Policeman walked on down the counter, as though it were a street, and he swung his club and said: 

“Move on now!  Don’t crowd the sidewalk!  Everybody must keep moving!”

“Isn’t he funny?” asked the Nodding Donkey.

“He is when he doesn’t tickle you,” said the China Cat, as she looked in a Doll’s mirror to see if she had any more specks of dirt on her white coat.  But she was nice and clean, was the China Cat.

Then the toys in the store of Horatio Mugg began to have lots of fun.  They told stories, sang songs, made up riddles for one another to guess and played tag and hide-and-go-seek.  They were allowed to do all this because it was night and no one was watching them.  But as soon as daylight came and Mr. Mugg or Miss Angelina or Miss Geraldine or any of the customers came into the store, the toys must be very still and quiet.

“Is this the only store you were ever in?” asked the Donkey of the Cat, as they sat near each other after a lively game of tag.

“No, I was in one other,” was the answer.  “It was a store in which there lived a Sawdust Doll, a Lamb on Wheels, a Monkey on a Stick and many other playthings.”