“Oh, dear!” she sighed. “I don’t know whether I like this adventure or not! I wonder what will happen next!” Away rattled the junk wagon, the ragged man on the seat calling from time to time: “Any rags? Any bottles? Any old clothes?” He bought almost anything, did that junk man, but he never before, that he knew of, had bought a Sawdust Doll. When Dorothy came back from the house next door, after having helped Mirabell bake a little pie, the first thing she thought of was her Sawdust Doll. “I must finish making her gingham dress,” thought the little girl. But when she hurried to the playroom and saw nothing of the pile of rags she had left there, with her thimble and needle on a table near by, and when she saw nothing of her doll, the little girl cried: “Oh, where is she? Where is she?” “Where is who, my dear?” asked Mother. “My Sawdust Doll,” answered Dorothy, and tears began to gather in her eyes. “I left her here asleep on a pile of rags while I went to Mirabell’s house. Now she’s gone! My Sawdust Doll is gone! Oh, maybe Carlo carried her off again!” “If he did we shall soon find her,” answered Mother. “I’ll help you look.” But Carlo was not around, and, a little later, when Dick came in, he said the dog had been down the street, playing with him. “Carlo didn’t take your doll, I know that,” said Dick. “But who did?” asked Dorothy. “I left her right near the little rag-bag, after I got some pieces from it to make her a gingham dress.” It did not take long to find out what had happened. When Martha, the maid, heard Dorothy asking about the small rag-bag and the pile of goods that had been on the playroom floor, the maid exclaimed: “Oh, I picked them up! I picked up the rags, put them in the little rag-bag, and emptied them into the big bag in the cellar. I must have picked up the Sawdust Doll, too, though I didn’t notice her.” “Well, she must be down in the cellar bag, then,” said Mother. “Don’t worry, Dorothy. We’ll soon have your doll back.” But when Dorothy, Mother, and Martha went to the cellar they saw the big bag limp and empty, hanging on a nail. “Oh, Patrick must have sold the rags!” said Martha. And when they asked Patrick about it, of course that was what he had done; just as Martha had told him to do. “I’ll get her back!” cried Patrick. “I’ll keep watch, and when I see that junk man going past again I’ll get your doll back, Dorothy.” “Can’t you find him now?” asked the little girl. “I want my new Sawdust Doll awful much! Something is always happening to her! First Carlo took her off to his kennel, then she got ice cream on her dress, and now a junk man has her! Oh, dear!” “I’ll get her back! I’ll get the Sawdust Doll back!” said Patrick, and he hurried out to the street, thinking perhaps the junk man might be just around the corner.