"Never mind," said the Villain, "we'll get away another day."
"Oh, let us hope so," said Sweetclover, "for I don't want to be ripped apart by that bad Japanese."
"Well, that's what the toy-maker will do if you don't escape him," said Jackie Tar, and his eyes would have bulged if they had been real ones instead of just painted.
"Why doesn't he rip you apart?" asked Kernel Cob.
"Because I'm made of wood. I haven't got any stuffings," said Jackie Tar.
By this time the four had been laid upon the floor, and the Japanese dolls had started a great clatter of talk. The little girl picked up Sweetclover and was smoothing out her ruffled dress when the Toy-maker took up a pair of scissors and grabbed up Kernel Cob, before he could draw his sword.
But at that moment the Fairies must have heard Sweetclover's prayer, for I am sure she must have uttered one when her beloved Kernel Cob was so near to being cut apart.
The door opened, and in walked a man, a woman, and a little girl. And they were Americans, too, for the first thing Sweetclover heard was the little girl saying:
"Mother dear, I do so want a dollie."
"Dorothy wants a doll, John," said the little girl's mother.