“Oh, yes, I love to sort the rags,� Tinka answered. She was about as old as Dorothy, but she did not live in such a nice house. “I will sort the rags,� said Tinka. “If I find a pretty one, may I have a piece for a hair-ribbon?�
“Yes,� answered her father, and he and Tinka began sorting over the rags to pick out the silk and woolen ones from the linen and cotton.
Suddenly Tinka uttered a cry.
“Oh, look what I’ve found!� she exclaimed. “A doll! A real doll! Oh, Papa! I have found a doll and she’s new! A doll with a pink dress!�
And Tinka held up the Sawdust Doll!
CHAPTER IX
A HAPPY VISIT
The junk man dropped a bundle of rags he was sorting and came around to the side of the table where Tinka stood with the Sawdust Doll in her arms. The little girl was crooning to the Doll a lullaby that was sung in ancient times by an ancient people.
“Let me see the Sawdust Doll, Tinka!� said the junk man.
“Oh, but, Papa, she is asleep, now,� said Tinka softly.
“I will not wake her up,� and the junk man smiled at his little daughter. “I will be careful not to wake her up.�