Marcella was very sorry when she saw what Dickie had done.

Dickie would have been sorry, too, if he had been more than two years
old, but when one is only two years old, he has very few sorrows.

Dickie's only sorrow was that Raggedy Andy was taken from him, and he
could not feed Raggedy Andy more orange juice.

Marcella kissed Raggedy Andy more than she did the rest of the dolls
that night, when she put them to bed, and this made all the dolls very
happy.

It always gave them great pleasure when any of their number was hugged
and kissed, for there was not a selfish doll among them.

Marcella hung up a tiny stocking for each of the dollies, and placed a
tiny little china dish for each of the penny dolls beside their little
spool box bed.

For, as you probably have guessed, it was Christmas eve, and Marcella
was in hopes Santa Claus would see the tiny stockings and place
something in them for each dollie.

Then when the house was very quiet, the French doll told Raggedy Andy
that most of his smile was gone.

"Indeed!" said Raggedy Andy. "I can still feel it! It must be there!"

"Oh, but it really is gone!" Uncle Clem said. "It was the orange juice!"