“Now I see what’s inside you,” murmured Jane.
“Snip!” went the sharp scissors, and there was a long gash cut in the Woolly Dog’s stomach, letting out some of the cotton stuffing.
“Oh! Oh, dear! Oh, dear me!” thought the toy, but he dared not say a word or utter so much as a whine.
“Snip!” went the scissors again, and a longer gash was cut in the Woolly Dog.
Jane leaned over to look at the mischief she had done. She did not seem to be satisfied, for she said:
“I dess I make hole bigger.”
“Snip!” went the scissors again.
The Woolly Dog thought he would faint! But he was a very brave Dog, and so he held his breath and stood it all without even an inner shudder.
“Now I dess I see what’s inside you,” murmured Jane.
Down among the wads of cotton that filled the inside of the Woolly Dog the little girl poked her fingers. This way and that she twisted them, and, oh, how she tickled that poor little Woolly Dog. You know how it feels to be tickled on the outside of your ribs, but how would you like to be tickled on the inside?