“Look here, Mary,” said the gardener to the cook, holding out the Sawdust Doll. “See what I found in Carlo’s kennel.” “Oh, for the love of peach pie!” cried the jolly cook. “That’s Dorothy’s doll! Where ever did you find her? The whole house has been upset looking for her. Where was she?” “Out in the dog’s kennel. Some of the boys must have carried her there for a joke.” “Ho! Ho! It wasn’t any of the boys!” laughed the cook. “It must have been Carlo himself. That dog is up to so many tricks. He carried off Dorothy’s doll!” “Well, the doll isn’t harmed any,” said the gardener. “She was in the clean straw. Will you take her to Dorothy?” “Indeed I will, the poor little dear! She’s been crying for fear her new doll was lost. Thank you, Patrick! I’ll tell Dorothy you found her doll for her.” And when the cook went into the room where Dorothy and her little guests were still hunting for the missing doll, you can easily guess what joyous shouts there were. “Oh, there she is! There she is!” cried Dorothy, when she saw her new birthday toy. “Where did you find her, Mary?” she asked, taking the Sawdust Doll in her arms. “Patrick found her in the dog’s kennel,” the cook answered. “Oh, Carlo! You bad dog!” cried Dorothy, and she shook her finger at the curly poodle, who had come back to the house to see if he could not get another piece of cake. “You’re a very bad dog to take my doll away!” And though perhaps Carlo did not know what it was all about, he must have felt that he had done something wrong, for he ran out of the house and crawled into his kennel, where, by this time, Patrick had put some new straw. “Where’s that thing I left here a while ago?” said Carlo to himself, as he fussed around in the straw. “Where’s that pink thing I took off the table? I was going to have some fun with it, but now it’s gone!” And of course it was gone, for Dorothy had her Sawdust Doll back again, and Carlo was very much surprised to find his plaything gone. “Now we can have some nice games,” said Dorothy, when she had smoothed out the pink dress of her toy. For the dress had been a little wrinkled by Carlo’s teeth. And then what fun there was at the birthday party! Dorothy did not feel unhappy any longer, and she and the boys and girls played games. “Did you have a nice time at your party, Dorothy?” asked Mother, when the little girl was going to bed that night. “Oh, I had a lovely time!” was the sleepy answer. “And so did my Sawdust Doll. Thank you very much, Mother, for giving her to me.” And Dorothy went to sleep, hugging her Sawdust Doll in her arms. The Sawdust Doll did not go to sleep right away, though. She remained awake, even though it was very dark in Dorothy’s room, only a little night-light gleaming in the hall.