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 Raggedy Andy was thinking all day, and
this was the reason he did not notice that Marcella was speaking for
him.

Raggedy Andy could patiently wait until Marcella put all the dollies to
bed and left them for the night, alone in the nursery.