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"Don't you get lonely?" Paul asked Dick.
"Oh, no," said Dick, "I have a great many things to play with. See!" And
he pointed to a big table near his chair. On it were many small toys.
There was a farm with fences, houses, horses, cows, and chickens. There
were people too--a man, a woman, and two children. Everything was made
of clay. There was a tall clay lighthouse and around it were clay ships
and boats.
"What splendid toys," said Paul. "Did Santa Claus bring them?"
"I made them myself," said Dick proudly. "My back and legs aren't much
good but my fingers do whatever I want them to. Whenever I am lonely I
think of something to make and then my fingers make it. I think," he
went on laughing, "I'll make you and your father after you have gone."
Paul hated to leave the lighthouse and brave little Dick. But he and
Daddy had to go as soon as the storm was over. They knew Mrs. Ray would
be greatly worried about them.
"I'll write to you," said Paul to Dick, "and I'll send you some of my
books with pictures in them. Then you can make more things."
How glad Paul's mother was when her little boy and his daddy reached
home. That night she came in to tuck him snugly in bed.
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