“No,” answered Mirabell, “I didn’t.  But Sidney said Joe had a Nodding Donkey, and I brought my Lamb on Wheels to see the Donkey.”

“That is very kind of you,” said Mrs. Richmond.  “Come in.  We are quite worried about Joe, and we hope he will get well and strong so he can run about.  But it will be some time yet before he comes from the hospital.”

Mirabell entered the house with her Lamb on Wheels.  The little girl looked sad when she heard about Joe, but a smile came over her face when she saw the Nodding Donkey, which Joe’s mother brought from the closet.

“Oh, what a lovely Donkey!” cried Mirabell.  “See, Lamb!” and she held up her toy.  “Meet Mr. Nodding Donkey!”

The Donkey nodded his head, but the Lamb could not do that.  However, she looked kindly at the nodding toy.

While Mirabell was playing with her Lamb and the Donkey there came another knock on the door of Joe’s house.

“It is Herbert with his Monkey on a Stick,” said Mrs. Richmond.  “Come in,” she added, as she opened the door.

“Is Joe back yet?” asked Herbert, after he had said “hello” to Mirabell and put his Monkey toy on the table.

“No, Joe is still in the hospital,” answered the lame boy’s mother.  “He will be home in about three weeks, we hope.  Here is his Nodding Donkey toy.”

“Oh, that’s fine!” cried Herbert.  “Arnold told me about it, and I wanted to see it.  My mother told me about Joe going to the hospital, and I came to see how he was.”

“It is very kind of you,” said Joe’s mother.  “Now I’ll leave you children to play with your toys awhile, until I call up the hospital on the telephone and see how Joe is to-day.  I have not had a chance to visit him yet.”

Herbert and Mirabell had fun playing together, and with the Lamb on Wheels, the Monkey on a Stick, and the Nodding Donkey.  After a while the children were given some bread and jam by Mrs. Richmond, who called them into another room to eat it.

“I heard from the hospital that Joe is much better to-day,” said Mrs. Richmond, as she spread more bread and butter for her little visitors.

While they were left in the room by themselves, the toys spoke to one another.

“You are a new one, aren’t you?” asked the Lamb of the Donkey.

“Yes,” was the answer.  “Joe got me only a little while before he was taken to the hospital, wherever that is.  I guess I was in the hospital myself, when I had my broken leg mended.”

“Oh, tell us about it!” begged the Monkey, as he climbed to the top of his stick and slid down again.

So the Donkey told how Frisky had knocked him off the shelf, breaking his leg.

“And Joe had something the matter with his legs, too, so that’s why he had to go to the hospital,” added the Donkey, as he finished his story.  “I do hope he comes back soon, for I am lonesome without him.”

The toys spent a happy half hour together, and then when Mirabell and Herbert came back into the room, having finished their bread and jam, the Donkey, the Lamb, and the Monkey had to become quiet.