Chapter Ten
Wag took a long breath and regarded Peg uncertainly. Then something in her pleasant wooden face seemed to brace him up.
"No!" he sighed solemnly—"I 'spose not. I ought to have left Rug long ago."
"But then you couldn't have helped me," said Peg brightly. "Let's don't think about it any more. You've been awfully good to me, Wag."
"Have I?" said Wag more cheerfully. "Well, you're a good sort, Peg—a regular Princess!" he finished, puffing out his chest, "and anything you say goes."
"Princess?" laughed the Wooden Doll, pleased nevertheless. "I'm a funny Princess, in this old dress. Did you ever hear of a wooden Princess, Wag?"
"You look like a Princess to me," said the rabbit stoutly. "Dresses don't matter."
This speech so tickled the Wooden Doll that she gave Wag a good hug and began dancing again.
"Being alive is such fun!" she called gaily over her shoulder, "and you are so wonderful!"
Wag's chest expanded at least three inches and his whiskers trembled with emotion. "Hop on my back Peg and I'll take you anywhere you want to go," he puffed magnificently.
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