And he sat down so hard he bounced up again like a rubber ball.
“Three cheers for the Currant!” cried the Stick Doll. “He seems to have grown up under the figure three, and that brings good luck.
“Now, who wants to tell next?”
Nobody moved, and the Stick Doll cried:
“We’ll decide it by playing Ring around a Rosy. The last one down will be it. Come, hold hands, circle, and sing.”
TALE OF THE CLOVE DOLL
Round and round they went, singing to an accompaniment of rollicking laughter, and at the words: “Hush, hush, hush, we all fall down,” they fell in a heap, the Clove Doll being the last to fall.
“Allow me,” cried the Stick Doll, as he gallantly set Miss Clove on her feet.