Other toys were put under the tree, and one of these was the
Nodding Donkey.
"Oh, now I can see things!" said the Donkey to himself, as he found he
could look right out into the street. It was a scene he had never
observed before. All his life had been spent in the workshop of Santa
Claus or in the toy store. He was most delighted to look out into the
street.
It was snowing, and crowds were hurrying to and fro, doing their
Christmas shopping. After the show window in the store of Mr. Horatio
Mugg had been newly decorated by Miss Geraldine, many boys and girls and
grown folk, too, stopped to peer in. They looked at the Nodding Donkey,
at the Jumping Jacks, at the Dolls, the toy Fire Engines, at the
Soldiers and at the Policeman.
Toward evening, when the lights had just been set aglow, the Nodding
Donkey saw, coming toward the window, a little lame boy. He had to walk
on crutches, and with him was a lady who had hold of his arm.
"Oh, Mother, look at the new toys!" cried the lame boy. "And see that
Donkey! Why, he's shaking his head at me! Look, he's making his head go
up and down! I guess he thinks I asked you if you'd buy him for me, and
he's saying 'yes'; isn't he, Mother?"
"Perhaps," answered the lady.
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