had mr. and mrs. richmond not been in the next room, the nodding donkey might have kicked up his heels and have jumped out of the stream of water that was running from the burst pipe of the sink across the floor. but knowing people were so close at hand, where they might catch sight of him, the donkey dared not move.
all he could do was to float along with the stream of water, which was now getting higher and higher and larger and larger. the water felt cold on the legs of the donkey, for this was now winter, and the water was like ice. so the nodding donkey shivered and shook in the [pg 87]cold water of the flood, and wondered what would happen.
out in the dining room, next the kitchen, sat joe's father and mother. they were silent and sad, thinking of their lame boy.
they were thinking so much about him, and what the doctors would have to do to him to make him well and strong, that neither of them paid any heed to the running water. if they had not been thinking so much about joe they might have heard the hissing sound.
but suddenly mrs. richmond, who was looking at the floor, gave a start, and half arose from her chair.
"look!" she cried to her husband. "there is joe's nodding donkey!"
"why!" exclaimed mr. richmond, "it is floating along on a stream of water! the frost has made a pipe burst in the kitchen and the water is spurting out! quick! we must shut off the running water!"
[pg 88]
it did not take joe's father long to shut off the water from the burst pipe. that was all that could be done then, as no plumber could be had. mrs. richmond lifted the donkey up off the floor and out of the water, drying him on a towel. and you may well believe that the donkey was very glad to be warm and dry again. he was afraid his varnish coat would be spoiled, but i am glad to say it was not.
"it's a lucky thing we sat here talking, and that i saw the donkey come floating in," said mrs. richmond, when the water had been mopped up. "if i had not, the whole house might have been flooded by morning."
"yes," agreed her husband. "joe's nodding donkey did us a good turn. he saved a lot of damage. the water in the kitchen will not do much harm, but if it had flooded the rest of the house it would."
then the donkey was put away in the [pg 89]closet where he belonged, together with the animals from the noah's ark.
"how cold and shivery you are, mr. donkey," said the noah's ark lamb, when the donkey had been placed on the closet shelf, after the flood.
"i guess you'd be cold and shivery, too, if you had been through such an adventure as just happened to me!" answered the donkey.
"oh, tell us about it!" begged the lion. "we have been quite dull here all evening, wondering where you were."
so the donkey told his story of the burst pipe, and after that the animals went to sleep.
joe was quite surprised when, the next morning, he was told what had happened. and when the plumber came to fix the broken pipe joe showed the man the nodding donkey who had first given warning of the flood.
"he is a fine toy!" said the plumber.
[pg 90]
after this joe's nodding donkey had many adventures in his new home. i wish i had room to tell you all of them, but i can only mention a few.
the weather grew colder and colder, and some days many snowflakes fell. the donkey, looking out of the window, saw them, and he thought of santa claus and north pole land.
joe was not as lively as he had been that day he went to mr. mugg's store and bought the toy. there were days when joe never took the nodding donkey off the shelf at all. the wooden toy just had to stay there, while joe lay on a couch near the window and looked out.
"this is too bad!" thought the donkey. "joe ought to run about and play like arnold and sidney. they have lots of fun in the snow, and they take out the calico clown and the bold tin soldier, too. i wish joe would take me out. i don't mind the cold of the snow as much as i minded the cold water."
[pg 91]
but joe seemed to have forgotten about his nodding donkey. the toy stood on a shelf over the couch where the lame boy lay. once in a while joe would ask his mother to hand him down the donkey, but more often the lame boy would lie with his eyes closed, doing nothing.
then, one day, a sad accident happened. mrs. richmond was upstairs, getting joe's bed ready for him. though it was not yet night, he said he felt so tired he thought he would go to bed. on the shelf over his head was the nodding donkey.
suddenly, in through a kitchen window that had been left open came frisky, the chattering squirrel. over the floor scampered the lively little chap, and he gave a sort of whistle at joe.
"oh, hello, frisky!" said the lame boy, opening his eyes. "i'm glad you came in!"
of course frisky could not say so in boy language, but he, too, was glad to see joe.
[pg 92]
"come here, frisky!" called joe, and he held out his hand.
"i guess he has some nuts for me," thought the squirrel, and he was right. in one pocket joe had some nuts, and now he held these out to his little live pet.
frisky took a nut in his paw, which was almost like a hand, and then, as squirrels often do, he looked for a high place on which he might perch himself to eat. frisky saw the shelf over joe's couch, the same shelf on which stood the nodding donkey.
"i'll go up there to eat the nut," said frisky to himself.
up he scrambled, but he was such a lively little chap that in swinging his tail from side to side he brushed it against the nodding donkey.
with a crash that toy fell to the floor near joe's couch!
"oh, frisky! look what you did!" cried joe. but the squirrel was so busy [pg 93]eating the nut that he paid no attention to the donkey.
joe picked up his plaything. one of the donkey's varnished legs was dangling by a few splinters.
"oh! oh, dear!" cried joe. "my donkey's leg is broken! now he will have to go on crutches as i do! mother! come quick!" cried joe. "something terrible has happened to my nodding donkey!"
