"But you know," Raggedy continued, "the paint had soaked through my rag head and had made the cotton inside all sticky and soggy and I could not think clearly. And my yarn hair was all matted with paint.
"So the kind lady took off my yarn hair and cut the stitches out of my head, and took out all the painty cotton.
"It was a great relief, although it felt queer at first and my thoughts seemed scattered.
"She left me in her work-basket that night and hung me out upon the clothes-line the next morning when she had washed the last of the paint off.
"And while I hung out on the clothes-line, what do you think?"
"We could never guess!" all the dolls cried.
"Why a dear little Jenny Wren came and picked enough cotton out of me to make a cute little cuddly nest in the grape arbor!"
"Wasn't that sweet!" cried all the dolls.