Marmaduke had played too long in the snow.
He was very wet.
He was very cold.
And he felt very funny and hot all over.
"Mother, my throat's got a rubber ball stuck in it," he said.
Mother looked at it.
"No, dear, there's no rubber ball there, but your throat's all swollen and
there are little spots in it. You mustn't get up today."
Marmaduke lay very still for a while. Soon he heard sleigh-bells tinkling
past the window, then far down the road. Father had hitched Teddy, the
buckskin horse, to the big sleigh and was going for the Doctor.
Away ticked the clock. After a while-a long time it seemed--Marmaduke heard
the sleigh-bells again, at first far off, then coming nearer and nearer,
until they jingled before the porch--then stopped. He heard voices and the
sound of feet upon the porch, shaking off the snow.
The door opened and into the bedroom came the Doctor. He had a face all
rosy from the cold. His eyes were black and so sharp that they looked right
through Marmaduke. But they were kind eyes and his voice had a pleasant
chuckle in it.
The Doctor came and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Well, well! How's my little soldier? Wounded in the battle or just playing
possum?"
Then Marmaduke opened his eyes.
After the Doctor had talked a while about lots of different things, before
Marmaduke knew it, there was something like a spoon or a shoe-horn in his
throat and the Doctor was telling him to say "Ah!"
"This isn't school," thought Marmaduke, "why does he make me say that?"
But he forgot to be frightened, for the Doctor was saying so many funny
things all the time.
Then he opened his black bag. It was full of little bottles, packed neatly
in rows. Marmaduke wished he would forget and leave it behind. It would be
fine to play with.
Mother brought two glasses and the Doctor poured some drops from one
bottle into a glass, then from another bottle into another glass. And he
said something to Mother in a low voice--Marmaduke could not hear what it
was--then he patted the little soldier on the head and said good-bye.
Again the sleigh-bells sounded and away he drove.
But the sleigh-bells never stopped. They kept sounding all the night, long
after Teddy was back in his stall and the big sleigh was in the shed. You
see Marmaduke was very sick and "out of his head."
Seven days passed and seven nights. He began to feel better, but he was
very lonely, for Jehosophat and Hepzebiah had gone to Uncle Roger's to stay
while he was sick.
Very small he felt in the big bed in the front room, and very, very lonely.
He looked out of the window at the big elms. They were covered with white
snow like fur. There were many trees standing in rows. The path between
them looked like a white road leading up over the hill to the sky.
He wished he had someone to talk to.
Just then he heard a noise at the door.
"Tap, tap, tap"
It opened just a little.
"Who's there?" said Marmaduke.
The door opened wider. And he saw the Toyman's kind face.
"Hello, little soldier."
"'Llo, Toyman," replied the little boy, and his voice sounded very small
and very weak.
The Toyman sat by the bed a while. Then he got up and stirred the fire.
Showers of pretty gold and red sparks scampered up the chimney. After that
he spread a paper on the floor, not far from the fire-place.
Then his pockets he searched, those big pockets which Mother said were
always like five and ten cent stores, they were so full of things.
Out came some pieces of wood. Out came his knife--that magic knife with the
five blades. Marmaduke was always glad when he saw that knife for then
something nice was sure to happen.
Up came the big blade and snapped back. And the Toyman began to whittle,
whittle away. Sometimes he used the big blade, sometimes the small one.
Marmaduke watched him, all eyes.
And as the Toyman whittled sometimes he whistled, and sometimes he sang a
funny song in a funny voice. You see he could make rhymes as well as toys.
And this is what he sang: