The Sawdust Doll did not go to sleep right away, though. She remained awake, even though it was very dark in Dorothy’s room, only a little night-light gleaming in the hall.
“I do wish some of my friends from Toy Town were here,� thought the Sawdust Doll to herself, as she lay in the bed with Dorothy. “I wish I could talk to the Calico Clown and the Bold Tin Soldier, and tell them of my adventures. I’m sure neither of them was ever carried off by a dog and hidden in a kennel. That is a most wonderful adventure, I’m sure!�
And, after a while, when Dorothy was sound asleep, and it was all still and quiet in the house, after the party, the Sawdust Doll did just as she had done in the store—she made believe come to life and moved about. For there was no one to watch her—she took good care of that. And Carlo was out in his kennel, so he could not carry her off again.
Softly and carefully the Sawdust Doll got out of Dorothy’s bed, climbed down by a chair, and walked over to the room where, on a shelf in the closet, the poor, broken Jack-in-the-Box had to stay.
There was a long scarf hanging from the shelf down to the floor, and the scarf had holes in it like a piece of lace. So, as the Sawdust Doll was not very heavy, and as the Monkey on a Stick had taught her something about climbing, the Sawdust Doll climbed the scarf-ladder until she reached the shelf.
“Hello! who’s there?� asked the Jack, suddenly awakening in his box.
“It is I,� answered the Sawdust Doll. “I came to tell you about my adventure.�
“Oh, that is very kind of you,� said Jack. “I wish I could spring up and see you, but I’ll just have to look at you through a crack in my box. You have no idea how troublesome it is to have a broken spring.�
“Yes, I can well imagine that it isn’t very jolly,� said the Sawdust Doll. “But I’ll come close to your crack so I can whisper through it, and tell you all about the party and my adventure in the dog kennel.�
“I shall be delighted to hear it,� said the Jack, most politely.