There were lots of cooky and cracker crumbs inside her head, too.

Raggedy Andy washed it all nice and clean, and then wet the glue which
made the pretty curls stay on.

So when her hair was placed upon her head again, the French doll was as
good as new.

"Thank you all very much!" she said, as she tilted backwards and
forwards, and found that her eyes worked very easily.

Raggedy Andy again wound up the little music box and, catching the
French doll about the waist, started a rollicking dance which lasted
until the roosters in the neighborhood began their morning crowing.

Then, knowing the folks might soon be astir, the dolls left off their
playing, and all took the same positions they had been in when Marcella
left them the night before.

And so Marcella found them.

The French doll was in bed with her eyes closed, and her happy dimpling
smile lighting up her pretty face.

And to this day, the dollies' little mistress does not know that Raggedy
Andy was the doctor who cured the French doll of her only ill.

[Illustration: Raggedy Andy dancing with the French doll]

[Illustration: Dickie and Raggedy Andy]