"Marcella would not
have it up here if it would bite!" And, saying this, Raggedy Andy put
his rag arm into the lovely shell's mouth.
"It doesn't bite! I knew it wouldn't!" he cried. "Just feel how smooth
it is inside!"
All the dolls felt and were surprised to find it polished so highly
inside, while the outside was so coarse and rough. With the help of
Uncle Clem and Henny, Raggedy Andy turned the shell upon its back, so
that all the dolls might look in.
The coloring consisted of dainty pinks, creamy whites and pale blues,
all running together just as the coloring in an opal runs from one shade
into another. Raggedy Andy, stooping over to look further up inside the
pretty shell, heard something.
"It's whispering!" he said, as he raised up in surprise.
All the dolls took turns putting their ears to the mouth of the
beautiful shell. Yes, truly it whispered, but they could not catch just
what it said.
Finally Raggedy Andy suggested that all the dolls lie down upon the
floor directly before the shell and keep very quiet.
"If we don't make a sound we may be able to hear what it says!" he
explained.
So the dolls lay down, placing themselves flat upon the floor directly
in front of the shell and where they could see and admire its beautiful
coloring.
Now the dolls could be very, very quiet when they really wished to be,
and it was easy for them to hear the faint whispering of the shell.
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