Raggedy Andy Stories by John B. (John Barton) Gruelle
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page 68 of 74 (91%)
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"Last one up is a Cocoa baby!" cried Raggedy Ann, as she scrambled to her feet. And with her skirts in her rag hands she went racing up the stairs to where the rest of the dollies stood laughing. "Hurrah, for Raggedy Ann!" cried Raggedy Andy generously. "She won!" [Illustration: Raggedy Ann racing up the stairs] [Illustration: Listening to the seashell] [Illustration: The Singing Shell] THE SINGING SHELL For years and years the beautiful shell had been upon the floor in Gran'ma's front room. It was a large shell with many points upon it. These were coarse and rough, but the shell was most beautiful inside. Marcella had seen the shell time and time again and often admired its lovely coloring, which could be seen when one looked inside the shell. So one day, Gran'ma gave the beautiful shell to Marcella to have for her very own, up in the nursery. "It will be nice to place before the nursery door so the wind will not |
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