“Boo! hoo! hoo!” interrupted somebody, apparently much grieved.
“Who’s crying like that?” asked the Raisin Doll.
“I am,” came in sobbing tones.
“Why?” asked everybody, standing on tip toe to see the weeping one.
“He’s telling my story. There isn’t much to tell about me, and if he tells it, I can’t; then I won’t get a gift!”
“To be sure you won’t!” said the tall Stick Doll. “Mr. Raisin, are you going to tell everybody’s story, may I ask?”
“Why, no,” said the Raisin Doll, a bit fussed over the uproar; “I forgot that one of my cousins was present.
TALE OF THE CURRANT DOLL
“Allow me to introduce to you the light-hearted, joyous-natured Corinthian raisin Currant.”