And with her skirts in her rag hands she went racing up the
stairs to where the rest of the dollies stood laughing.
"Hurrah, for Raggedy Ann!" cried Raggedy Andy generously. "She won!"
[Illustration: Raggedy Ann racing up the stairs]
[Illustration: Listening to the seashell]
[Illustration: The Singing Shell]
THE SINGING SHELL
For years and years the beautiful shell had been upon the floor in
Gran'ma's front room. It was a large shell with many points upon it.
These were coarse and rough, but the shell was most beautiful inside.
Marcella had seen the shell time and time again and often admired its
lovely coloring, which could be seen when one looked inside the shell.
So one day, Gran'ma gave the beautiful shell to Marcella to have for her
very own, up in the nursery.
"It will be nice to place before the nursery door so the wind will not
blow the door to and pinch anyone's fingers!" Gran'ma laughed.
So Marcella brought the shell home and placed it in front of the nursery
door. Here the dolls saw it that night, when all the house was still,
and stood about it wondering what kind of toy it might be.
"It seems to be nearly all mouth!" said Henny, the Dutch doll. "Perhaps
it can talk."
"It has teeth!" the French doll pointed out. "It may bite!"
"I do not believe it will bite," Raggedy Andy mused, as he got down upon
his hands and knees and looked up into the shell.
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