The other dollies followed, racing about the house until they came to
the pantry door. "This is the place!" cried Raggedy Ann, and sure
enough, all the dollies smelled something which they knew must be very
good to eat.

But none of the dollies was tall enough to open the door and, although
they pushed and pulled with all their might, the door remained tightly
closed.

The dollies were talking and pulling and pushing and every once in a
while one would fall over and the others would step on her in their
efforts to open the door. Finally Raggedy Ann drew away from the others
and sat down on the floor.

When the other dollies discovered Raggedy Ann sitting there, running her
rag hands through her yarn hair, they knew she was thinking.

"Sh! Sh!" they said to each other and quietly went over near Raggedy Ann
and sat down in front of her.

"There must be a way to get inside," said Raggedy Ann.

"Raggedy says there must be a way to get inside!" cried all the dolls.

"I can't seem to think clearly to-day," said Raggedy Ann. "It feels as
if my head were ripped."

At this the French doll ran to Raggedy Ann and took off her bonnet.
"Yes, there is a rip in your head, Raggedy!" she said and pulled a pin
from her skirt and pinned up Raggedy's head. "It's not a very neat job,