“Did you find——� began Patrick.
“I bring her back!� broke in the rag-buyer. “My little girl, Tinka, found a Sawdust Doll in the rags when she sorted them. I bring her back—the Doll.�
“Well, thank goodness!� cried Patrick. “Dorothy will be glad of this! Wait a minute, junk man!� he called back as he ran into the house.
When Dorothy saw her Sawdust Doll the little girl clapped her hands in joy and cried:
“There she is! There she is! My Sawdust Doll has come back, and with her same rosy silk dress. I don’t care if it has an ice-cream stain on it! I love her!�
“Did the junk man bring the Doll back?� asked Dorothy’s mother, as the little girl held her toy in her arms.
“Yes,� answered Patrick. “He’s outside now.�
“I’ll see him,� said Dorothy’s mother.
When she heard how Tinka had found the Doll in the rags, and how she had wanted to keep the toy for herself, Dorothy’s mother said:
“I think Dorothy will want to send Tinka a doll. Not the Sawdust Doll, for that is a birthday present. But I’ll find a doll for Tinka if you will take it to her. You will, please?� and she smiled at the junk man, who smiled and nodded in return.