I can still feel it's
soft rag arms (as I used to imagine) about me, and hear the words of
comfort (also imaginary) that were whispered in my ear.
As you say in your Raggedy Ann book, "Fairyland must be filled with rag
dolls, soft loppy rag dolls who go through all the beautiful adventures
found there, nestling in the crook of a dimpled arm." I truly believe
there is such a fairyland and that rag dolls were first made there, or
how else could they bring so much sunshine into a child's life?
[Illustration: Raggedy Ann bowing]
All the little girls of my acquaintance have your Raggedy Ann book and
doll, and for the happiness you have brought to them let me give to you
the doll of all my dolls, the doll I loved most dearly.
May it prove to you a gift from Fairyland, bringing with it all the
"wish come true" that you may wish and, if possible, add to the sunshine
in your life.
My mother called the doll Raggedy Andy and it was by this name that I
have always known him. Is it any wonder that I was surprised when I saw
the title of your book?
Introduce Raggedy Andy to Raggedy Ann, dear Johnny. Let him share in the
happiness of your household.
Sincerely yours,
Raggedy Andy's "Mama."
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Wilton, Connecticut,
January 12, 1919.
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