she had heard, but lay there smiling at the
ceiling.

Perhaps Raggedy Ann knew that what the new dolls said was true.

But sometimes the truth may hurt and this may have been the reason
Raggedy Ann lay there so still.

"Did you ever see such an ungainly creature!"

"I do believe it has shoe buttons for eyes!"

"And yarn hair!"

"Mercy, did you ever see such feet!"

The Dutch doll rolled off the doll sofa and said "Mamma" in his quavery
voice, he was so surprised at hearing anyone speak so of beloved Raggedy
Ann--dear Raggedy Ann, she of the candy heart, whom all the dolls loved.

Uncle Clem was also very much surprised and offended. He walked up in
front of the two new dolls and looked them sternly in the eyes, but he
could think of nothing to say so he pulled at his yarn mustache.

Marcella had only received the two new dolls that morning. They had come
in the morning mail and were presents from an aunt.

Marcella had named the two new dolls Annabel-Lee and Thomas, after her
aunt and uncle.

Annabel-Lee and Thomas were beautiful dolls and must have cost heaps and
heaps of shiny pennies, for both were handsomely dressed and had _real_
hair!

Annabel's hair was of a lovely shade of auburn and Thomas' was golden
yellow.

Annabel was dressed in soft, lace-covered silk and upon her head she
wore a beautiful hat with long silk ribbons tied in a neat bow-knot
beneath her dimpled chin.

Thomas was dressed in an Oliver Twist suit of dark velvet with a lace
collar. Both he and Annabel wore lovely black slippers and short
stockings.

They were sitting upon two of the little red doll chairs where Marcella
had placed them and where they could see the other dolls.

When Uncle Clem walked in front of them and pulled his mustache they
laughed outright. "Tee-Hee-Hee!" they snickered, "He has holes in his
knees!"

Quite true. Uncle Clem was made of worsted and the moths had eaten his
knees and part of his kiltie. He had a kiltie, you see, for Uncle Clem
was a Scotch doll.

Uncle Clem shook, but he felt so hurt he could think of nothing to say.

He walked over and sat down beside Raggedy Ann and brushed her yarn hair
away from her shoe-button eye.

The tin soldier went over and sat beside them.

"Don't you mind what they say, Raggedy!" he said, "They do not know you
as we do!"

"We don't care to know her!" said Annabel-Lee as she primped her dress,
"She looks like a scarecrow!"

"And the Soldier must have