“How?� asked the little girl.
“I’ll get some new sawdust for her from the carpenter shop around the corner,� was the answer. “You get a needle and thread, Mother, and I’ll go after the sawdust.�
Dorothy dried her tears and watched while her mother got ready a needle, with a long thread, and her thimble. By that time Daddy had come back with something in a bag.
“Here is plenty of sawdust for the doll that fainted, Dorothy,� he said with a jolly laugh.
Through the hole made in the cloth by the rocking chair, the new sawdust from the carpenter shop was stuffed into the Doll. Then Mother sewed her up.
“And I’ll give you a ride on my make-believe rocking horse,� said Dick. “Come on, Dorothy!�
“All right,� answered the little girl. “I’ll wait until to-morrow about making Dollie another dress.�
She climbed up into the chair with her brother, holding her toy in her arms.
“Dear me!� thought the Sawdust Doll, “my adventures seem to keep up. Just fancy fainting because of an accident! How I should like to tell the Calico Clown and the Bold Tin Soldier about it. I don’t believe either of them ever fainted away.�
And as Dick and Dorothy and the Sawdust Doll rode on the rocking-chair horse, the little boy asked his father: