purposely saved Raggedy Andy's face until the last. Then, as all
the dolls watched, the cheery little white-whiskered man touched Raggedy
Andy's face with the magic liquid, and the orange juice stain
disappeared, and in its place came Raggedy Andy's rosy cheeks and cheery
smile.

[Illustration: Santa repairs Raggedy Andy]

And, turning Raggedy Andy so that he could face all the other dolls, the
cheery little man showed him that all the other dolls had new rosy
cheeks and newly-painted faces. They all looked just like new dollies.
Even Susan's cracked head had been made whole.

Henny, the Dutch doll, was so surprised he fell over backward and said,
"Squeek!"

When the cheery little man with the white whiskers heard this, he picked
Henny up and touched him with the paint brush in the center of the back,
just above the place where Henny had the little mechanism which made him
say "Mama" when he was new. And when the little man touched Henny and
tipped him forward and backward, Henny was just as good as new and said
"Mama" very prettily.

Then the little man put something in each of the tiny doll stockings,
and something in each of the little china plates for the two penny
dolls.

Then, as quietly as he had entered, he left, merely turning at the door
and shaking his finger at the dolls in a cheery, mischievous manner.

Raggedy Andy heard him chuckling to himself as he went down the stairs.

Raggedy Andy tiptoed to the door and over to the head of the stairs.

Then he motioned for the other dolls to come.

There, from the head of the stairs, they watched the cheery little
white-whiskered man take pretty things from a large sack and place them
about the chimneyplace.

"He does not know that we are watching him," the dolls all thought, but
when the little man had finished his task, he turned quickly and laughed
right up at the dolls, for he had known that they were watching him all
the time.

Then, again shaking his finger at them in his cheery manner, the little
white-whiskered man swung the sack to his shoulder, and with a whistle
such as the wind makes when it plays through the chinks of a window, he
was gone--up the chimney.

The dolls were very quiet as they walked back into the nursery and sat
down to think it all over, and as they sat there thinking, they heard
out in the night the "tinkle, tinkle, tinkle" of tiny sleigh bells,
growing fainter and fainter as they disappeared in the distance.

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