"Isn't it funny—I always liked that terrible looking old rag object of mine better than the prettiest one Father ever sent me," agreed Ethel Blue.
"Every child does," said Margaret.
"Dorothy made some fine ones," complimented Helen.
"Did you draw them or did you get the ones that are already printed on cloth?" asked Della.
"Both. The printed ones are a great deal prettier than mine, but Aunt Marion had a stout piece of cotton cloth—"
A shout arose.
"Cotton cloth! That's enough to interest Dorothy in making anything," laughed Tom.
"Almost," agreed Dorothy good-naturedly. "Any way, I used up the piece of cloth making dolls and cats and dogs. I drew them on the cloth and then stitched them on the machine and, I tell you, I remembered the time when Dicky's stuffed cat had an awful accident and lost almost all his inner thoughts, and I sewed every one of the little beasties twice around."
"What did you stuff them with?"
"Some with cotton."