Jeanette came to live with the dolls.

But now Raggedy Ann was very angry--in fact, Raggedy Ann had just ripped
two stitches out of the top of her head when she took her rag hands and
pulled her rag face down into a frown (but when she let go of the frown
her face stretched right back into her usual cheery smile).

And _you_ would have been angry, too, for something had happened to
Jeanette.

Something or someone had stolen into the nursery that night when the
dolls were asleep and nibbled all the wax from Jeanette's beautiful
face--and now all her beauty was gone!

"It really is a shame!" said Raggedy Ann as she put her arms about
Jeanette.

"Something must be done about it!" said the French doll as she stamped
her little foot.

"If I catch the culprit, I will--well, I don't know what I will do with
him!" said the tin soldier, who could be very fierce at times, although
he was seldom cross.

"Here is the hole he came from!" cried Uncle Clem from the other end of
the nursery. "Come, see!"

All the dolls ran to where Uncle Clem was, down on his hands and knees.

"This must be the place!" said Raggedy Ann. "We will plug up the hole