Leaning out, he could look along the new shiny tin gutter the men had
put in place.

"Here's a grand place to have a lovely slide!" he said as he gave one of
the penny dolls a scoot down the shiny tin gutter.

"Whee! See her go!" Raggedy Andy cried.

All the other dolls climbed upon the window sill beside him.

"Scoot me too!" cried the other little penny doll in her squeeky little
voice, and Raggedy Andy took her in his rag hand and gave her a great
swing which sent her scooting down the shiny tin gutter, "Kerswish!"

Then Raggedy Andy climbed into the gutter himself and, taking a few
steps, spread out his feet and went scooting down the shiny tin.

The other dolls followed his example and scooted along behind him.

When Raggedy Andy came to the place where he expected to find the penny
dolls lying, they were nowhere about.

"Perhaps you scooted them farther than you thought!" Uncle Clem said.

"Perhaps I did!" Raggedy Andy said, "We will look around the bend in the
eave!"

"Oh dear!" he exclaimed when he had peeped around the corner of the
roof, "the gutter ends here and there is nothing but a hole!"