, I still feel just as happy," said Raggedy Andy, "so let's have a
jolly game of some sort! What shall it be?"

"Perhaps we had best try to wash your face!" said practical Raggedy Ann.
She always acted as a mother to the other dolls when they were alone.

"It will not do a bit of good!" the French doll told Raggedy Ann, "for I
remember I had orange juice spilled upon a nice white frock I had one
time, and the stain would never come out!"

"That is too bad!" Henny, the Dutch doll, said. "We shall miss Raggedy
Andy's cheery smile when he is looking straight at us!"

"You will have to stand on my right side, when you wish to see my
smile!" said Raggedy Andy, with a cheery little chuckle 'way down in his
soft cotton inside.

[Illustration: Raggedy Andy's lopsided smile]

[Illustration: Santa]

"But I wish everyone to understand," he went on, "that I am smiling just
the same, whether you can see it or not!"

And with this, Raggedy Andy caught hold of Uncle Clem and Henny, and
made a dash for the nursery door, followed by all the other dolls.

Raggedy Andy intended jumping down the stairs, head over heels, for he
knew that neither he, Uncle Clem nor Henny would break anything by
jumping down stairs.

But just as they got almost to the door, they dropped to the floor in a
heap, for there, standing watching the whole performance, was a man.

All the dolls fell in different attitudes, for it would never do for
them to let a real person see that they could act and talk just like
real people.

Raggedy Andy, Uncle Clem and Henny stopped so suddenly they fell over
each other and Raggedy Andy, being in the lead and pulling the other
two, slid right through the door and stopped at the feet of the man.

A cheery laugh greeted this and a chubby hand reached down and picked up
Raggedy Andy and turned him over.

Raggedy Andy looked up into a cheery little round face, with a little
red nose and red cheeks, and all framed in white whiskers which looked
just like snow.

Then the little round man walked into the nursery and picked up all the
dolls and looked at them. He made no noise when he walked, and this was
why he had taken the dolls by surprise at the head of the stairs.

The little man with the snow-white whiskers placed all the dolls in a
row and from a little case in his pocket he took a tiny bottle and a
little brush. He dipped the little brush in the tiny bottle and touched
all the dolls' faces with it.

He had