d of course they did not
speak in front of her.

Marcella thought they did, though, and often had them saying things
which they really were not even thinking of.

For instance, when Marcella served water with sugar in it and little
oyster crackers for "tea," Raggedy Andy was thinking of Raggedy Ann, and
the French doll was thinking of one time when Fido was lost.

Marcella took the French doll's hand, and passed a cup of "tea" to
Raggedy Andy, and said, "Mr. Raggedy Andy, will you have another cup of
tea?" as if the French doll was talking.

And then Marcella answered for Raggedy Andy, "Oh, yes, thank you! It is
so delicious!"

Neither the French doll nor Raggedy Andy knew what was going on, for
they were thinking real hard to themselves.

Nor did they drink the tea when it was poured for them. Marcella drank
it instead.

Perhaps this was just as well, for, most of the dolls were moist inside
from the "tea" of the day before.

Marcella did not always drink all of the tea, often she poured a little
down their mouths.

Sugar and water, if taken in small quantities, would not give the dolls
colic, Marcella would tell them, but she did not know that it made their
cotton, or sawdust insides, quite sticky.

Quite often, too, Marcella forgot to wash their faces after a "tea," and
Fido would do it for them when he came into the nursery and found the
dolls with sweets upon their faces.

Really, Fido was quite a help in this way, but he often missed the
corners of their eyes and the backs of their necks where the "tea" would
run and get sticky. But he did his best and saved his little Mistress a
lot of work.

No, Raggedy Andy did not speak; he merely thought a great deal.

One can, you know, when one has been a rag doll as long as Raggedy Andy
had. Years and years and years and years!

Even Raggedy Ann, with all her wisdom, did not really know how long
Raggedy Andy and she had been rag dolls.

If Raggedy Ann had a pencil in her rag hand and Marcella guided it for
her, Raggedy Ann could count up to ten--sometimes. But why should one
worry one's rag head about one's age when all one's life has been one
happy experience after another, with each day filled with love and
sunshine?

[Illustration: Raggedy Andy in a chair]

Raggedy Andy did not know his age, but he remembered many things that
had happened years and years and years ago, when he and Raggedy Ann were
quite young.

It was of these pleasant times Rag