"Please, Mother, will you tell Santa Claus to bring me that for
Christmas?" begged the little boy.
"Yes, I will do that," his mother promised. "And now, Sister, what would
you like?" the lady asked.
The Nodding Donkey looked down and saw a little girl, with dark hair and
brown eyes standing beside the little boy. This girl pointed to a large
doll, and, to his surprise, the Donkey saw that it was the same one he
had spoken to in the packing case.
"You may put that Doll aside for my little girl for Christmas, Mr.
Mugg," said the lady.
"Very well, Madam, it shall be done," replied the toy man, and he lifted
the Cloth Doll down off the shelf.
"Oh, dear! she is going away, and I shall never see her again," thought
the Nodding Donkey. "That is the only sad part of life for us toys. We
make friends, but we never know how long we may keep them. We are so
often separated."
Mr. Mugg put the doll down under the counter, where no other little girl
might see her and want her. Then the toy man reached up and gently
touched the head of the Donkey, so that it nodded harder than ever.
"Here is a new toy that just came in," said Mr. Mugg. "It is one of the
latest. It is called a Nodding Donkey, and once you start his head going
it will move for hours.
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