had been in when Marcella
left them the night before.

And so Marcella found them.

The French doll was in bed with her eyes closed, and her happy dimpling
smile lighting up her pretty face.

And to this day, the dollies' little mistress does not know that Raggedy
Andy was the doctor who cured the French doll of her only ill.

[Illustration: Raggedy Andy dancing with the French doll]

[Illustration: Dickie and Raggedy Andy]

[Illustration: Where is Raggedy Andy's smile?]

RAGGEDY ANDY'S SMILE

Raggedy Andy's smile was gone.

Not entirely, but enough so that it made his face seem onesided.

If one viewed Raggedy Andy from the left side, one could see his smile.

But if one looked at Raggedy Andy from the right side, one could not see
his smile. So Raggedy Andy's smile was gone.

It really was not Raggedy Andy's fault.

He felt just as happy and sunny as ever.

And perhaps would not have known the difference had not the other dolls
told him he had only one half of his cheery smile left.

Nor was it Marcella's fault. How was she to know that Dickie would feed
Raggedy Andy orange juice and take off most of his smile?

And besides taking off one half of Raggedy Andy's smile, the orange
juice left a great brown stain upon his face.

Marcella was very sorry when she saw what Dickie had done.

Dickie would have been sorry, too, if he had been more than two years
old, but when one is only two years old, he has very few sorrows.

Dickie's only sorrow was that Raggedy Andy was taken from him, and he
could not feed Raggedy Andy more orange juice.

Marcella kissed Raggedy Andy more than she did the rest of the dolls
that night, when she put them to bed, and this made all the dolls very
happy.

It always gave them great pleasure when any of their number was hugged
and kissed, for there was not a selfish doll among them.

Marcella hung up a tiny stocking for each of the dollies, and placed a
tiny little china dish for each of the penny dolls beside their little
spool box bed.

For, as you probably have guessed, it was Christmas eve, and Marcella
was in hopes Santa Claus would see the tiny stockings and place
something in them for each dollie.

Then when the house was very quiet, the French doll told Raggedy Andy
that most of his smile was gone.

"Indeed!" said Raggedy Andy. "I can still feel it! It must be there!"

"Oh, but it really is gone!" Uncle Clem said. "It was the orange juice!"

"Well