If Raggedy Ann had a pencil in her rag hand and Marcella guided it for
her, Raggedy Ann could count up to ten--sometimes. But why should one
worry one's rag head about one's age when all one's life has been one
happy experience after another, with each day filled with love and
sunshine?
[Illustration: Raggedy Andy in a chair]
Raggedy Andy did not know his age, but he remembered many things that
had happened years and years and years ago, when he and Raggedy Ann were
quite young.
It was of these pleasant times Raggedy Andy was thinking all day, and
this was the reason he did not notice that Marcella was speaking for
him.
Raggedy Andy could patiently wait until Marcella put all the dollies to
bed and left them for the night, alone in the nursery.
The day might have passed very slowly had it not been for the happy
memories which filled Raggedy Andy's cotton-stuffed head.
But he did not even fidget.
Of course, he fell out of his chair once, and his shoe button eyes went
"Click!" against the floor, but it wasn't his fault. Raggedy Andy was so
loppy he could hardly be placed in a chair so that he would stay, and
Marcella jiggled the table.
Marcella cried for Raggedy Andy, "AWAA! AWAA!" and picked him up and
snuggled him and scolded Uncle Clem for jiggling the table.
Through all this Raggedy Andy kept right on thinking his pleasant
thoughts, and really did not know he had fallen from the chair.
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