thumpity-thump and she enjoyed it immensely.

The other dolls sat upon the shelf and looked straight before them, for
it would never do to let grown-up men know that dolls were really alive.

"Better put her back upon the shelf," said one of the other men. "You'll
have the little girl after you! The chances are that she likes that old
rag doll better than any of the others!"

But the young painter twisted Raggedy Ann into funny attitudes and
laughed and laughed as she looped about. Finally he got to tossing her
up in the air and catching her. This was great fun for Raggedy and as
she sailed up by the shelf the dolls all smiled at her, for it pleased
them whenever Raggedy Ann was happy.

But the young fellow threw Raggedy Ann up into the air once too often
and when she came down he failed to catch her and she came down
_splash_, head first into a bucket of oily paint.

"I told you!" said the older painter, "and now you are in for it!"

"My goodness! I didn't mean to do it!" said the young fellow, "What had
I better do with her?"

"Better put her back on the shelf!" replied the other.

So Raggedy was placed back upon the shelf and the paint ran from her
head and trickled down upon her dress.

[Illustration]