He had no other toys to talk to, and
perhaps it was just as well, for he did not feel like talking with his
broken leg hurting him as it did.
Early the next morning Mr. Richmond was on his way to the office, taking
the Nodding Donkey with him.
"Let me see him once more before you take him to the toy shop to be
fixed!" begged Joe, who had been told what was to be done with his
plaything.
Joe's father put the Nodding Donkey into his son's hands.
"Poor fellow!" murmured Joe, gently touching the broken leg. "You are a
cripple like me, now. I hope they make you well again."
Then, with another kind pat, Joe gave the Donkey back to his father,
and, a little later, Mr. Richmond walked into Mr. Mugg's store with the
toy.
"Hum! Yes, that is a bad break, but I think I can fix it," said the
jolly old gentleman.
"Let me see," begged Miss Angelina, peering over her father's shoulder,
with a dustbrush under her arm. She had been dusting the toys ready for
the day's business.
"The leg isn't broken all the way off," said Miss Geraldine, who was
washing the face of a China Doll, that, somehow or other, had fallen in
the dust.
"Yes, that is a good thing," observed Mr. Mugg. "I can glue the parts
together and the Donkey will be as strong as ever.
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