e could neither go down nor come back up.

"What shall we do?" Uncle Clem cried, "The folks will never find him
down there, for we can not tell them where he is, and they will never
guess it!"

The dolls were all very sad. They stayed out upon the shiny new tin
gutter until it began raining and hoped and hoped that Raggedy Andy
could get back up to them.

Then they went inside the nursery and sat looking out the window until
it was time for the folks to get up and the house to be astir. Then they
went back to the position each had been in, when Marcella had left them.

And although they were very quiet, each one was so sorry to lose Raggedy
Andy, and each felt that he would never be found again.

[Illustration: Down the spout]

"The rain must have soaked his cotton through and through!" sighed
Raggedy Ann. "For all the water from the house runs down the shiny tin
gutters and down the pipe into a rain barrel at the bottom!"

Then Raggedy Ann remembered that there was an opening at the bottom of
the pipe.

"Tomorrow night if we have a chance, we dolls must take a stick and see
if we can reach Raggedy Andy from the bottom of the pipe and pull him
down to us!" she thought.

Marcella came up to the nursery and played all day, watching the rain
patter upon the new tin gutter. She wondered where Raggedy Andy was,
although she did not get worried about him until she had asked Mama
where he might be.

"He must be just where you left him!" Mama said.

"I cannot remember where I left him!" Marcella said.

"I thought he was with all the other dolls in the nursery, though!"

All day Sunday it rained and all of Sunday night, and Monday morning
when Daddy started to work it was still raining.

As Daddy walked out of the front gate, he turned to wave good-bye to
Mama and Marcella and then he saw something.

Daddy came right back into the house and called up the men who had put
in the new shiny tin gutters.

"The drain pipe is plugged up. Some of you must have left shavings or
something in the eaves, and it has washed down into the pipe, so that
the water pours over the gutter in sheets!"

"We will send a man right up to fix it!" the men said.

So along about ten o'clock that morning one of the men came to fix the
pipe.

But although he punched a long pole down the pipe, and punched and
punched, he could not dislodge whatever it was which plugged the pipe
and kept the water from running through it.

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