All the dolls were tucked snugly in their little doll-beds for the night and the large house was very still.
Every once in a while Fido would raise one ear and partly open one eye, for his keen dog sense seemed to tell him that something was about to happen.
Finally he opened both eyes, sniffed into the air and, getting out of his basket and shaking himself, he trotted across the nursery to Raggedy Ann's bed.
Fido put his cold nose in Raggedy Ann's neck. She raised her head from the little pillow.
"Oh! It's you, Fido!" said Raggedy Ann. "I dreamed the tin soldier put an icicle down my neck!"
"I can't sleep," Fido told Raggedy Ann. "I feel that something is about to happen!"
"You have been eating too many bones lately, Fido, and they keep you awake," Raggedy replied.
"No, it isn't that. I haven't had any bones since the folks had beef last Sunday. It isn't that. Listen, Raggedy!"
Raggedy Ann listened.