“All right!  Here we go!” cried the jolly Clown.  He was a gaily dressed fellow, and his calico suit was of many colors.  One leg was red and another yellow, and his shirt was spotted and speckled and striped.

The Calico Clown stood up near the box where the Bold Tin Soldier was ready to lead his men in a march.  And the Clown banged together his shiny cymbals.

“Bang!  Bung!  Bang!  Bung!” clanged the cymbals, making music that the Toy Folk liked to hear, though I cannot say you would have cared much for it.

“Now it is your turn to march, Captain!” called the Candy Rabbit.  “Show us what you and your men can do.  That will amuse us.”  “All right!” agreed the Bold Tin Soldier.  “Attention, men!” he cried, “Ready!  Shoulder arms!  Forward—­March!”

Out of their box, following their Captain, came the tin soldiers.  Around and around the toy counter they marched, the Calico Clown making music for them on his cymbals.

“Isn’t this jolly!” cried the Monkey on a Stick.

Once more around the toy counter marched the Bold Tin Soldier and his men.  They were careful not to get too near the edge, for they did not want to fall off.

“There, how did you like it?” asked the Captain, as his men stopped to rest.

“It was fine!” answered the Candy Rabbit.  “Now we will listen to the Lamb on Wheels.”

“Oh, I’m sure I haven’t so very much to say,” said the white, fuzzy toy.  “But I was thinking, to-day, of the Sawdust Doll, and—­”

“Do you mean the Sawdust Doll who used to live here with us ?” asked the Calico Clown.  “Excuse me for interrupting you,” he said politely, “but I just couldn’t help it.  I was thinking of the Sawdust Doll myself.  And I was wondering if you meant the same one that used to be here.”

“Yes,” answered the Lamb, “I did.  It was of her I was thinking.  She was on our toy counter about the same time the White Rocking Horse lived with us.”

“And she went away just before he did,” said the Monkey on a Stick.  “The Sawdust Doll comes back, once in a while, to see us.  But the Rocking Horse does not.”

“It is harder for him than for her,” said the Lamb.  “The little girl, whose mother bought the Sawdust Doll, often brings her back to see us.  And the Sawdust Doll once told me she had a lovely home with a little girl named Dorothy.”

“And I think I heard her say that the White Rocking Horse lived in the same house with her, and belonged to a boy named Dick,” said the Bold Tin Soldier.

“Yes, that is true,” said the Lamb.  “Well, what I was going to tell you about was a little girl who came in to look at me to-day.  She was one of the nicest little girls I ever saw—­fully as nice as the Dorothy who has the Sawdust Doll.”

“And did this little girl buy you—­or did her mother ?” asked the Calico Clown.  “I should hate to see you leave us,” he went on.  “Of course we want you to get a nice home, but it will be lonesome if you, too, go away.”  “That’s so,” said the Bold Tin Soldier.  “We have lost our Sawdust Doll and our White Rocking Horse, and now, if the Lamb on Wheels goes away from us—­dear me!”