I am sorry he is lame."
"So am I," said the Nodding Donkey. "I felt sorry for him when he looked
in the store window of Mr. Mugg's shop, and I nodded to him so that he
smiled. But hush! Here he comes now!"
And this time it was the lame boy and his mother coming back into the
room where the Nodding Donkey and the Noah's Ark toys had been left on
the table. Instantly each toy became stark and stiff and no longer moved
or spoke. But the Chattering Squirrel, not being a toy, could do as he
pleased. So he frisked his tail and nibbled the nut.
"Oh, Mother! See! There is Frisky, my tame Squirrel!" cried Joe. "He
must have come in through the window to see my Nodding Donkey. Hello,
Frisky!" cried the lame boy, and then when he put down his hand the
Chattering Squirrel scrambled across the table and let Joe rub his soft
fur.
"I guess he is looking for something to eat," said Mrs. Richmond, with a
smile. "He wants his supper, as you want yours, Joe, and as your father
will, as soon as he gets home. You had better put away your toys
now--your Nodding Donkey and the Noah's Ark animals--and get ready for
supper. I think there are a few more nuts left which you may give
Frisky."
"Oh, he'll love those, Mother!" cried Joe.
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