He wanted to see if his little white bed was out in the street. He wanted to tell it he was sorry. If it heard, it might come back.

The night went very slowly. Then, he thought he heard a noise at the front door. His heart went faster. He listened. The front door opened. In came the little white bed. It rolled across the front hall. It came up the hall stairs. Bump, bump, bump!

The little boy heard! Bump, bump, bump. The little white bed came up the stairs. It rolled back into the little boy's room. It went right into the corner where it had always stood.