“Dear me!” exclaimed the Sawdust Doll to herself, as she felt that she was being stuffed into the rag-bag. “Dear me! This is dreadful! What sort of an adventure am I going to have now?” The maid carried the rag-bag to the cellar, where there was a much larger bag, containing more rags, pieces of old carpet and other trash. “It is nearly time Patrick sold the rags,” said the maid, as she emptied the contents of the small rag-bag into the larger one. The small rag-bag was kept in the sewing-room, where odds and ends were put into it day by day until it was filled. Then it was emptied into the larger bag down in the cellar, and, when that was full, it was sold to the junk man. Patrick, the gardener, usually attended to this, and he divided the money he got from selling the rags with Martha, the maid, who emptied the smaller bag. “I must tell Patrick to sell the rags to the first junk man he sees,” said Martha to herself, as she emptied the small bag, Sawdust Doll and all, into the larger bag in the cellar. The poor Sawdust Doll was tumbled out from one bag to the other in the midst of bundles of cloth, and the poor thing dared not say a word, or try to get out, for if she had Martha, the maid, would have seen her, and that isn’t allowed, you know. “Patrick! Patrick!” called Martha to the gardener, as he was putting up a clothes line in the yard, for the laundress was washing out the napkins the children had used at the little girl’s birthday party. “Oh, Patrick!” called Martha. “Yes, yes! What is it?” asked the gardener, as he finished tying the line to the clothes post. “You’d better sell the rags to the first junk man that comes along,” answered Martha. “I just emptied some more into the big bag, and there’s quite a lot now. The bag is nearly full.” “All right, I’ll sell ’em!” Patrick called back. And a little while after that, before Dorothy had come home from Mirabell’s house where she had gone to help make a little pie, the jingling-jangling bells on a junk wagon were heard out in the street. “Hi there! Hi there!” called Patrick, who, having finished tying the clothes line, was out in the garage. “Hi there, junk man! Come here! I have some rags to sell you!” “And I want to buy rags,” answered the junk man. He came in with his own big bag, and into that all the rags from the bag in the cellar were emptied. And nobody saw the Sawdust Doll tumbled out, in the midst of the rags, from one bag to the other. Patrick did not see the Sawdust Doll, nor did Martha, the maid, nor the junk man. He thought he was just buying rags--not a Sawdust Doll. The rags were weighed, paid for, and tossed into the junk man’s wagon. Then he drove off with them--drove off with the Sawdust Doll in the middle of his old bag of rags, and he didn’t know a thing about it! But the Sawdust Doll, herself, very well knew that something strange was happening to her.