"I told you!" said the older painter, "and now you are in for it!"
"My goodness! I didn't mean to do it!" said the young fellow, "What had I better do with her?"
"Better put her back on the shelf!" replied the other.
So Raggedy was placed back upon the shelf and the paint ran from her head and trickled down upon her dress.
After breakfast, Mistress came into the nursery and saw Raggedy all covered with paint and she began crying.
The young painter felt sorry and told her how it had happened.
"If you will let me," he said, "I will take her home with me and will clean her up tonight and will bring her back day after tomorrow."
So Raggedy was wrapped in a newspaper that evening and carried away.