Raggedy Andy tiptoed to the door and over to the head of the stairs.

Then he motioned for the other dolls to come.

There, from the head of the stairs, they watched the cheery little
white-whiskered man take pretty things from a large sack and place them
about the chimneyplace.

"He does not know that we are watching him," the dolls all thought, but
when the little man had finished his task, he turned quickly and laughed
right up at the dolls, for he had known that they were watching him all
the time.

Then, again shaking his finger at them in his cheery manner, the little
white-whiskered man swung the sack to his shoulder, and with a whistle
such as the wind makes when it plays through the chinks of a window, he
was gone--up the chimney.

The dolls were very quiet as they walked back into the nursery and sat
down to think it all over, and as they sat there thinking, they heard
out in the night the "tinkle, tinkle, tinkle" of tiny sleigh bells,
growing fainter and fainter as they disappeared in the distance.

Without a word, but filled with a happy wonder, the dolls climbed into
their beds, just as Marcella had left them, and pulled the covers up to
their chins.

And Raggedy Andy lay there, his little shoe button eyes looking straight
towards the ceiling and smiling a joyful smile--not a "half smile" this