d the Jip-jap Doll.

"She's put one of my eyes out!" whined the Brown Doll.

"She's put chalk all over me!" blubbered the Black Doll.

[Illustration: RAG-TAG ROLLING OUT OF THE CORNER]

"She hasn't hurt me!" exclaimed the Rubber Doll.

"She's made a hole in my back, and the sawdust is all running out!"
whined Rag-Tag.

"I'll attend to you first, before you bleed to death," said the little
old woman, frowning. Then she rapped on the floor with her cane and
cried out:--

"Long-Legged Spinner,
Come earn your dinner!"

While Sweetest Susan was wondering what this meant, she saw a big
Black Spider swing down from the ceiling and hang, dangling close to
the little old woman's face. Its little eyes sparkled like coals of
fire, and its hairy mouth worked as if it were chewing something.
Sweetest Susan shivered as she looked at it, but she didn't scream.

"A thimbleful of fresh cobwebs, Long-Legged Spinner!" said the little
old woman, in a businesslike way.

Then the big Black Spider moved his legs faster than a cat can wink
her eyes, and in a few seconds the fresh cobwebs were spun.

"That is very nice," said the little old woman. "Here's a fat
Bluebottle for you."

The big Black Spider seized the Fly and ran nimbly to the ceiling
again. The Fly buzzed and buzzed in a pitiful way, and Sweetest Susan
thought to herself, "Oh, what should I do if that was poor me!"

Then the little old woman hunted in her satchel until she found a
piece of mutton suet, and with this and the fresh cobwebs she quickly
stopped the hole in Rag-Tag's back. This done, she went around and
doctored each one. She glued more hair on the China Doll. She fixed
the nose of the Jip-jap Doll. She gave a new blue eye to the Brown
Doll.

"There!" she exclaimed when she had finished, "I think you look a
little more like yourself now. But you would look a great deal better
if you had any clothes fit to wear. Now pay attention! What is the
name of this horrible giantess that drags you about and beats you so?"

"It's no giantess, Granny," replied Rag-Tag. "It's a little girl, and
sometimes she's very, very good."

"Hush!" cried the little old woman. "Speak when you are spoken to."

"She _is_ a giantess, Granny," said the Brown Doll. "She's taller than
that chair yonder."

"Where is she now?" the little old woman asked fiercely.

"She's asleep in the bed, Granny," said the Brown Doll.

"Pinch her good, Granny!" cried the Wax Doll. "Put