“Oh, dear me!� cried Dorothy, when she came back and saw what had happened. “Oh, dear me! Oh, Mother! Dick has run over my Sawdust Doll and she’s bleeding! Oh, dear me!�
She picked up her toy. The sawdust kept on running out, and the doll became very limp in Dorothy’s hands.
“Oh, my Sawdust Doll has fainted!� she cried. “What shall I do?�
Mother came running in to see what the matter was. And, noticing the sawdust running out of the Doll, she exclaimed:
“Hold your hand over the hole, Dorothy! That will keep the sawdust in!�
“Oh, but my doll is spoiled!� sobbed the little girl. “What made you run over her, Dick, with your rocking-chair horse?�
“I—I didn’t mean to,� said Brother Dick. “I’m sorry!�
“Oh, my Sawdust Doll will die!� cried Dorothy.
But Daddy came in just then, and when he saw what the trouble was he said:
“We’ll fix your doll, Dorothy. Don’t cry. We can make her well again.�