behind her. It was Fido.

The puppy dog ran up to Raggedy Ann and twisted his head about as he
looked at her. Then he put his front feet out and barked in Raggedy
Ann's face. Raggedy Ann tried to look very stern, but she could not hide
the broad smile painted on her face.

"Oh, you want to play, do you?" the puppy dog barked, as he jumped at
Raggedy Ann and then jumped back again.

The more Raggedy Ann smiled, the livelier Fido's antics became, until
finally he caught the end of her dress and dragged her about.

This was great fun for the puppy dog, but Raggedy Ann did not enjoy it.
She kicked and twisted as much as she could, but the puppy dog thought
Raggedy was playing.

He ran out the garden gate and down the path across the meadow, every
once in a while stopping and pretending he was very angry. When he
pretended this, Fido would give Raggedy Ann a great shaking, making her
yarn head hit the ground "ratty-tat-tat." Then he would give his head a
toss and send Raggedy Ann high in the air where she would turn over two
or three times before she reached the ground.

By this time, she had lost her apron and now some of her yarn hair was
coming loose.

As Fido neared the brook, another puppy dog came running across the
foot-bridge to meet him. "What have you there, Fido?" said the new puppy
dog as he bounced up to Raggedy Ann.