"I can't sleep," Fido told Raggedy Ann. "I feel that something is about
to happen!"

"You have been eating too many bones lately, Fido, and they keep you
awake," Raggedy replied.

"No, it isn't that. I haven't had any bones since the folks had beef
last Sunday. It isn't that. Listen, Raggedy!"

Raggedy Ann listened.

There was a murmur as if someone were singing, far away.

"What is it?" asked Fido.

"Sh!" cautioned Raggedy Ann, "It's music."

It was indeed music, the most beautiful music Raggedy Ann had ever
heard.

It grew louder, but still seemed to be _far_ away.

Raggedy Ann and Fido could hear it distinctly and it sounded as if
hundreds of voices were singing in unison.

"Please don't howl, Fido," Raggedy Ann said as she put her two rag arms
around the dog's nose. Fido usually "sang" when he heard music.

But Fido did not sing this time; he was filled with wonder. It seemed as
if something very nice was going to happen.