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the morning when Poor Cecco woke he had forgotten all about his tail. But he remembered it as soon as he jumped out of bed and stood up. It felt so funny without it. There was nothing to wag but a little stump that went to and fro very fast, like a clock with the pendulum taken off.

“That’s not so bad!” thought Poor Cecco, and skipped over to look at himself in the glass. “Half a tail is better than no tail. Besides, many of the best people wear it that way!”

It was quite early, but there was already light in the room. Long strips of sunlight came in under the drawn window-shade. All the toys were asleep. They were very tired from staying up so late the night before.

“Now is the time to go for a walk!” said Poor Cecco, and he called to Bulka very softly so as not to waken the others.

Bulka had fallen asleep with his nose on the edge of the doll’s cradle. But he woke up at once with a jump, rubbing his eyes.

“We are going for a walk!” said Poor Cecco.