When she was told about the junk man’s little girl, Dorothy picked out one of her best dolls—the one Santa Claus had brought her the Christmas before—and took it out to the junk man.
“That is for Tinka,� said Dorothy. “Please give it to her.�
“Ah, Tinka will be happy!� said the man. “She will thank you a thousand times!�
And when the junk man went home that night with a doll that Tinka could keep for her very own, the little girl, as she helped her father sort the rags, said:
“Oh, how happy I am! Now I have some one I can sing to sleep!�
And she crooned a soft little lullaby to her own doll.
And Dorothy had her Sawdust Doll back again.
“And I’m never going to lay you down in a bundle of rags again, not even to bake a strawberry shortcake!� she said. “Oh, how happy I am!�
One day Dorothy’s mother said to her:
“I am going shopping again. Do you want to come?�