The story of a woolly dog

“Well, he certainly is the finest toy in my little shop, but what good does that do if I can’t sell him? His wool is very soft, and he looks so natural that I can almost hear hi...

If you have read some of the other books in these Make Believe Stories you know that the toys told about could pretend to come to life, move about and play among themselves, as...

“Something I can do for you?” asked Mrs. Clark, “all in a flutter,” she said afterward to her neighbor, Mrs. Elkton, who kept a little grocery store. “The idea,” said Mrs. Clark...

Jane, who was Donald’s little sister, did not exactly know what she was going to do with the Woolly Dog which she had picked up so quickly and run away with. Jane was like that—...

“Look! Just look!” sobbed Donald, with the tears streaming down his cheeks. He was getting to be a big boy he thought, and hated to cry, but this time he just couldn’t help it....

Besides being very valuable, Mrs. Cressey’s diamond ring was highly prized because it was her engagement token, given her before her marriage. There were tears in her eyes as sh...

The Woolly Dog stopped short on hearing this. He did not want to be unkind, but, as he said, dogs always chased cats, and he was a Dog, even if he was made of lamb’s wool and st...

There was a little farm in the country not far from Donald’s home, and the farmer kept a few hives of bees for the honey they made. This farmer happened to be out working among...

“Then I’m going to do it!” announced his sister. “I’m going to ride down hill and upset the way you did, Don.” Jane was very venturesome as well as mischievous.

“And he brought the toy home here,” went on Mrs. Ward. “Frank is too big for such playthings, and he often said he wished he knew to whom the Dog belonged. I’m so glad you have...