Raggedy Ann Stories by John B. (John Barton) Gruelle
page 53 of 76 (69%)
page 53 of 76 (69%)
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And Mamma Cat found out that Fido was a very good friend, too. She grew
to trust him so much she would even let him help wash the kittens' faces. [Illustration] [Illustration] RAGGEDY ANN AND THE FAIRIES' GIFT All the dolls were tucked snugly in their little doll-beds for the night and the large house was very still. Every once in a while Fido would raise one ear and partly open one eye, for his keen dog sense seemed to tell him that something was about to happen. Finally he opened both eyes, sniffed into the air and, getting out of his basket and shaking himself, he trotted across the nursery to Raggedy Ann's bed. Fido put his cold nose in Raggedy Ann's neck. She raised her head from the little pillow. "Oh! It's you, Fido!" said Raggedy Ann. "I dreamed the tin soldier put an icicle down my neck!" |
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