I never heard of a donkey on crutches."
"I didn't either!" laughed Joe. He felt a little happier now, because he
hoped he might be made well and strong again, and because he hoped his
father could fix the broken leg of the Nodding Donkey.
Mrs. Richmond got a piece of cloth, and, straightening out the Donkey's
leg as best she could, she tied it up. Then she put the toy far back on
the shelf, laying it down on its side so it would not fall off again, or
topple over.
Frisky scampered out of the window, back to his home in the hollow tree
at the end of the yard. Frisky never knew what damage he had done. He
was too eager to eat the nut Joe had given him.
"Now lie quietly here, Joe," his mother said. "I will soon have your bed
ready for you, and then you can go to sleep."
"I don't want to go until Daddy comes home, so he can fix my Donkey,"
said the boy, and his mother allowed him to remain up until Mr. Richmond
came from the office.
"Oh, ho! So the Donkey has a broken leg, has he?" asked Mr. Richmond in
his usual jolly voice, when he came in where Joe was lying on the
couch. "Well, I think I can have him fixed."
"How?" asked the little lame boy.
"I'll take him back to the same toy store where you bought him,"
answered his father.
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