She began to cry, wiping her eyes on her apron.

The King turned to the throng of toy bears surrounding him and asked, "Has any of you ever seen this golden dishpan before ?" "No," they answered in a chorus.
The King seemed to reflect.

Presently he inquired, "Where is the Little Pink Bear ?" "At home, Your Majesty," was the reply.
"Fetch him here," commanded the King.
Several of the bears waddled over to one of the trees and pulled from its hollow a tiny pink bear, smaller than any of the others.

A big, white bear carried the pink one in his arms and set it down beside the King, arranging the joints of its legs so that it would stand upright.
This Pink Bear seemed lifeless until the King turned a crank which protruded from its side, when the little creature turned its head stiffly from side to side and said in a small, shrill voice, "Hurrah for the King of Bear Center!" "Very good," said the big Lavender Bear.

"He seems to be working very well today.