So the dolls' beds were piled into the closet, one on top of another and
the dolls were placed upon the high shelf.

When all was quiet that night, Raggedy Ann who was on the bottom of the
pile of dolls spoke softly and asked the others if they would mind
moving along the shelf.

"The cotton in my body is getting mashed as flat as a pancake!" said
Raggedy Ann. And although the tin soldier was piled so that his foot was
pressed into Raggedy's face, she still wore her customary smile.

So the dolls began moving off to one side until Raggedy Ann was free to
sit up.

"Ah, that's a great deal better!" she said, stretching her arms and legs
to get the kinks out of them, and patting her dress into shape.

"Well, I'll be glad when morning comes!" she said finally, "for I know
Mistress will take us out in the yard and play with us under the trees."

So the dolls sat and talked until daylight, when the painters came to
work.

One of the painters, a young fellow, seeing the dolls, reached up and
took Raggedy Ann down from the shelf.

"Look at this rag doll, Jim," he said to one of the other painters,
"She's a daisy," and he took Raggedy Ann by the hands and danced with
her while he whistled a lively tune. Raggedy Ann's heels hit the floor