"They must have scooted right into the hole," Henny, the Dutch doll
said.

Raggedy Andy lay flat upon the shiny tin and looked down into the hole.

"Are you down there, penny dolls?" he called.

There was no answer.

"I hope their heads were not broken!" Raggedy Ann said.

[Illustration: In the gutter]

"I'm so sorry I scooted them!" Raggedy Andy cried, as he brushed his
hand over his shoe button eyes.

"Maybe if you hold to my feet, I can reach down the hole and find them
and pull them up again!" he added.

Uncle Clem and Henny each caught hold of a foot of Raggedy Andy and let
him slide down into the hole.

It was a rather tight fit, but Raggedy Andy wiggled and twisted until
all the dolls could see of him were his two feet.

"I can't find them!" he said in muffled tones. "Let me down farther and
I think I'll be able to reach them!"

Now Henny and Uncle Clem thought that Raggedy Andy meant for them to let
go of his feet and this they did.