CHAPTER II

THE RUDE BOY

Suddenly all the toys, who had been crowding to the edges of the

shelves and counters to watch the race between the Horse and the

Elephant, became very quiet. The Candy Rabbit seemed to shrink down

behind the Monkey on a Stick. The Bold Tin Soldier slipped his sword

back into its scabbard, and his men lowered their guns. The Calico

Clown, who had been about to bang his cymbals together, dropped them

to his sides. The Lamb on Wheels, who had just been going to ask a Rag

Doll if she did not want to get up on her back, so she might see

better, rolled herself under the counter, and the White Rocking Horse

and the Elephant on his roller skates looked around in surprise.

"What's the matter?" neighed the Horse. "Why did you call out for us

to hush, Candy Rabbit?"

"I thought I heard a noise," was the answer. "Maybe the night watchman

is coming. If he is, he must never see us at our play. Something

dreadful would happen, if he did."

"Hush! Not so loud!" whispered the Calico Clown. "What you say is very

true, Candy Rabbit. We dare not move about or talk if we are looked at

by human eyes. But I do not think the watchman is coming."

"How can we be sure the watchman is not looking at us?" whispered the

Monkey on a Stick. "I'd like to see this race."

"So would I," said the Calico Clown. "And there is only one way we can

be certain the watchman is not here."

"Tell us how!" suggested the Bold Tin Soldier.

"This is the way," answered the Calico Clown. "I will recite that

funny riddle I started to give you earlier in the evening. If the

watchman is here he will laugh at it, and then well know he is

watching us."

"That will be a fine way!" said the Lamb on Wheels. "Go ahead, Calico

Clown. Tell us the riddle, and we must all listen to see if the

watchman laughs."

"All right I Here I go!" agreed the Calico Clown. He banged his

cymbals together and then, in a loud voice, asked: "Why is a basket of

soap bubbles like a piece of chocolate cake?"

They all listened after the Calico Clown had asked this riddle. But

there was no laugh. It was as quiet in the toy department as if none

of the playthings had made believe come to life.

"I guess the watchman isn't there," said the Calico Clown, "or else he

would have laughed at my riddle."

"Maybe he is waiting for the answer," said the White Rocking Horse. "I

think that must be it, for I don't see anything very funny in the

riddle itself. Maybe the watchman is waiting for you to give the

answer, and then he'll laugh."

"Oh, I'm sure that is it," said the Elephant. "Go ahead, Calico Clown!

Tell us the answer! Why is a basket of soap bubbles like a piece of

chocolate cake? If we hear that, maybe we'll laugh, as well as the

watchman. What's the answer?"

"That's the funny part of it!" said the Calico Clown. "There is no

answer."

"No answer!" cried the White Rocking Horse. "That's a funny riddle!"

"I knew you'd think it was funny," returned the Calico Clown. "That is

why I tried so hard to tell it earlier in the evening, to make you all

jolly. No, there really is no answer. I don't believe a basket full of

soap bubbles is a bit like a piece of chocolate cake. But I just

thought I'd ask to see if any of you knew."

He waited a moment, but none of the toys answered.

"And the watchman doesn't seem to know, either," said the Monkey on a

Stick. "I guess he can't be here, or he would have laughed, Mr. Calico

Clown."

"I'm sure he would," said the joking chap. "It must be all right. No

one is looking at us. On with the race!"

"Yes," rumbled the Elephant, away deep down in his trunk, "if we are

going to have this race let's get it over with. I must go back to my

place among the camels and lions and tigers before morning."

The Elephant, who had borrowed a pair of roller skates to race with

the White Rocking Horse, lived in a large Noah's Ark with the other

animals from the jungle and the desert.

"Get ready now!" cried the Bold Tin Soldier. "On your marks, Horse and

Elephant! I will have one of my men fire his gun as a signal to start

the race!"

"Good!" neighed the White Rocking Horse.

Slowly he began to sway back and forth, while the Elephant slid along

on his roller skates until both animals stood, once more, on the crack

in the floor. When the Candy Rabbit had cried "Hush!" they had both

slid back toward the toy counter. Later on the make-believe folk found

that the noise was caused by a Jack in the Box springing up quickly to

watch the race.

"Bang!" went a toy pop gun. And then the race began!

And such a race as it was! Across the floor, toward the elevators,

went the Elephant, gliding along on the roller skates. Back and forth

swayed the Rocking Horse, and each time he moved he went a little

faster. His tail and mane streamed out in the air and his red saddle

of real leather glistened in the light of the one dim electric lamp.

"The Elephant is winning! The Elephant is winning!" cried the Monkey

on a Stick. He rather favored the Elephant, for, like the big chap,

the Monkey also had come from a jungle.

"The Horse is going faster!" cried the Bold Tin Soldier. "I'm sure the

Horse will win the race!" The Tin Captain rather favored the Horse,

since all soldiers like horses.

"It is too soon, yet, to tell who will win," remarked the Calico

Clown. "They have to go to the elevators and come back to the starting

mark--the crack in the floor--before the race is finished. Oh, but

this is sport!"

The White Rocking Horse and the Elephant, who wore roller skates, were

close together, making their way as fast as they could toward the

elevators. This was the half-way mark of the race. The two animals

must turn around and come back to the toy counter before it would be

known which was the faster. Just now they seemed to be even.

On and on they raced, faster and faster. If you had been there you

would have enjoyed it, I am sure. But of course that was not allowed.

If you had so much as peeped, even with one eye, the toys would

instantly have become as motionless as the pictures in your spelling

book.

Back and forth rocked the White Horse. Rumble and roll went the

Elephant on his skates. They were close to the elevators in about

three minutes after they had started from the crack mark.

"Now they are going to turn around," whispered the Celluloid Doll, as

she leaned over the edge of the counter.

"Oh, look!" suddenly called the Monkey on a Stick. "Now the White

Rocking Horse will win the race!"

As he spoke there came a loud clattering sound down near the

elevators--the halfway mark of the race. All the toys strained their

necks to look, and they saw that one of the roller skates had come off

the Elephant. He had turned too quickly, and had lost a skate.

"Never mind! Go on! Go on!" cried the Elephant, who was quite a

sporting chap in his own way. "Go on with the race! I can beat you on

three skates, Mr. Horse!"

"Ho! Ho! We'll see about that!" whinnied the rocking chap, as he made

the turn and started back.

The two toys were going along as fast as they could, the rumble of the

rockers on the White Horse mingling with the roll of the skates on the

Elephant, when, all of a sudden, a brighter light shone in the toy

department, the tread of footsteps was heard, and the Calico Clown had

just time to shout:

"The watchman! To your places, every one!"

And instantly the toys were as motionless and quiet as mice. The

Elephant, even on three skates, had been going so fast that he rolled

behind a big pillar all covered with red and green tissue paper, with

which the toy section was decorated. And the White Rocking Horse

stayed just where he was when the Clown called out. Up among the toy

counters and shelves came a big man carrying a lantern. He was the

store watchman, and he went about in the different departments each

night to see that all was well.

"What's this?" exclaimed the watchman, as he noticed the White Rocking

Horse near the elevators. "This toy is out of place! He belongs over

near the counter. Some clerk or customer must have left him here when

the store closed last night. I'll take him back," and, picking up the

White Rocking Horse, the watchman carried the toy back to where it

belonged. And the Horse did not dare give even the smallest kick. He

dared not show that he had been alive and in a race.

The watchman walked back toward the elevator, and saw the skate that

had come off the Elephant's foot. He did not see the Elephant who was

hidden behind the pillar.

"Well, I do declare!" exclaimed the watchman. "The clerks here are

getting very careless! This roller skate belongs over in the sporting

section. I'll take it there."

He picked it up and walked away. When he was gone, and the light of

his lantern no longer gleamed, the Calico Clown slowly raised his

head.

"Now you can go on with the race," he said.

"No, the race is spoiled for to-night," answered the Horse. "It will

soon be daylight, and the clerks and shoppers will be coming in."

"Yes, and I would have to go to the other part of the store to get

back my roller skate," said the Elephant. "I find I cannot get along

on three. We'll have the race to-morrow night, Mr. Horse."

"That will suit me very well," said the proud, brave steed.

"And now we had all better get quiet," said the Monkey on a Stick. "I

can see the sun peeping up in the east. Daylight is coming, and we

dare no longer move about and talk. We have had some fun, but now we

must get ready to be looked at by the shoppers. Quiet, everybody!"

And, as he spoke, the light suddenly grew stronger in the toy

department, the clerks presently began coming in, and soon, when the

sun was a little higher in the sky, the shoppers began arriving.

The White Rocking Horse, proud and stiff, stood near the counter. How

his red saddle, of real leather, glistened in the light! How fluffy

were his mane and tail!

Suddenly there came marching down the aisle of the store a boy whose

feet made a great deal of noise, and who had a loud voice.

"Here's the Rocking Horse I want!" he cried. "I'm going to have this

one!" And in an instant he had leaped on the back of the White Horse,

banging his heels on the painted sides and yanking on the leather

reins.

"Gid-dap! Gid-dap!" cried the rude boy, and he began kicking the White

Rocking Horse in the ribs.

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