Dick would stand at the window in his house, and Mirabell and Arnold would stand at the window in their front room, and look across.  The children waved to one another, and Dick would hold up the head of his Rocking Horse for Mirabell and Arnold to see.

Once Mirabell held up her Lamb on Wheels at the same time that Dick had his Rocking Horse close to the window, and the two toys saw each other for the first time since they had been separated.

“Oh, there is my old friend, the White Rocking Horse!” thought the Lamb on Wheels.  “How I wish I could talk to him.”

The Horse wished the same thing, and he even thought perhaps he might get a chance to run over some evening after dark and talk to the Lamb.  But the doors of both houses were locked each night, and though the Horse and Lamb could roam about and seem to come to life when no one was watching them, they could not unlock doors.  So they had to be content to look at each other through the windows.

“I wish I could see the Sawdust Doll,” thought the Lamb, when she had looked over at the Horse one day.  “I’d like to speak to her.”

There came a few days of bright sunshine, when the weather was not so cold.  One afternoon Arnold said to Mirabell: 

“I’m going to take my little express wagon out on the sidewalk in front of the house.  Why don’t you bring out your Lamb?”

“I will, if Mother will let me,” said Mirabell.

And Mother did.  Soon the two children were running up and down in front of the house, Mirabell pulling her Lamb along by a string, and Arnold pretending to be an expressman with his wagon.

“Oh, there comes a man to put some coal in Dorothy’s house!” called Arnold, as a big wagon, drawn by two strong horses, stopped in front of the place where the Sawdust Doll and the White Rocking Horse lived.  “Let’s go down and watch!” he said.

“All right,” agreed Mirabell.  So she pulled her Lamb on Wheels down the sidewalk, and Arnold hauled his express wagon along.

At Dorothy’s house the coal bin was partly under the pavement, and to put in coal a round, iron cover was lifted up from a hole in the sidewalk, and the coal was dumped through this hole.  As the children watched, and as Dorothy, who was now better, stood at the window with her brother Dick, also looking on, the coal man took the cover off the hole in the sidewalk, so he could dump the black lumps through the opening into the bin.

“I wouldn’t want to fall down there!” said Mirabell to her brother.

“I should say not!” exclaimed Arnold.  “You’d get all black!”

The coal man, after opening the large, round hole in the sidewalk, climbed back on his wagon to shovel off his load.  And just then Carlo, the dog belonging to Dorothy, ran barking out of the side entrance of the house where he lived.  Carlo always became excited when coal was being put in the sidewalk hole.

“Bow-wow!  Wow!” barked Carlo.