After reading the letter, Daddy opened the other package which had been
inside the nice, soft, lumpy package and found--Raggedy Andy.

Raggedy Andy had been carefully folded up.

His soft, loppy arms were folded up in front of him and his soft, loppy
legs were folded over his soft, loppy arms, and they were held this way
by a rubber band.

Raggedy Andy must have wondered why he was being "done up" this way, but
it could not have caused him any worry, for in between where his feet
came over his face Daddy saw his cheery smile.

After slipping off the rubber band, Daddy smoothed out the wrinkles in
Raggedy Andy's arms and legs.

Then Daddy propped Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy up against books on his
desk, so that they sat facing each other; Raggedy Ann's shoe button eyes
looking straight into the shoe button eyes of Raggedy Andy.

They could not speak--not right out before a real person--so they just
sat there and smiled at each other.

Daddy could not help reaching out his hands and feeling their throats.

Yes! There was a lump in Raggedy Ann's throat, and there was a lump in
Raggedy Andy's throat. A cotton lump, to be sure, but a lump
nevertheless.

"So, Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy, that is why you cannot talk, is it?"