“Patrick found her in the dog’s kennel,� the cook answered.
“Oh, Carlo! You bad dog!� cried Dorothy, and she shook her finger at the curly poodle, who had come back to the house to see if he could not get another piece of cake. “You’re a very bad dog to take my doll away!�
And though perhaps Carlo did not know what it was all about, he must have felt that he had done something wrong, for he ran out of the house and crawled into his kennel, where, by this time, Patrick had put some new straw.
“Where’s that thing I left here a while ago?� said Carlo to himself, as he fussed around in the straw. “Where’s that pink thing I took off the table? I was going to have some fun with it, but now it’s gone!�
And of course it was gone, for Dorothy had her Sawdust Doll back again, and Carlo was very much surprised to find his plaything gone.
“Now we can have some nice games,� said Dorothy, when she had smoothed out the pink dress of her toy. For the dress had been a little wrinkled by Carlo’s teeth.
And then what fun there was at the birthday party! Dorothy did not feel unhappy any longer, and she and the boys and girls played games.
“Did you have a nice time at your party, Dorothy?� asked Mother, when the little girl was going to bed that night.
“Oh, I had a lovely time!� was the sleepy answer. “And so did my Sawdust Doll. Thank you very much, Mother, for giving her to me.�
And Dorothy went to sleep, hugging her Sawdust Doll in her arms.