“But what is the use?” she asked herself. “There is no one here to play with--only bags of rags, bundles of paper, and such things as that. There is not even a broken Jack-in-the-Box for me to talk to. I shall sleep. In the morning I may have more adventures.” And very early the next morning, before Tinka was awake, the junk man drove off. And, on the seat beside him, wrapped in a paper, was the Sawdust Doll. “I certainly am getting more than my share of rides,” thought the Sawdust Doll. “I wonder what is going to happen now!” All the while the Sawdust Doll had been away on the junk-shop adventure, about which I have told you, poor Dorothy was almost heart-broken over the loss of her toy. “Do you think I’ll ever get her back?” she asked over and over again. “I hope you may get her back,” said Dorothy’s mother. But really Mother had very little hope. “There are so many junk men, and they all seem to look alike,” she told Dorothy’s father. “I don’t believe Patrick will find the one to whom he sold the bag of rags with the Sawdust Doll in it.” But Dorothy kept on hoping, and every time the bell rang she ran to the door, expecting it was her Doll come back. But night came, and the Sawdust Doll was still missing. Dorothy cried herself to sleep. At last morning came, and Patrick, going out to sweep off a light snow that had fallen in the night, saw a junk wagon stopping in front of the house. “Ha, there he is! There’s the man I sold the Sawdust Doll to!” cried the gardener. “There’s the junk man!” The junk man got down off his seat and started up the path with something in his hand. “Did you find----” began Patrick. “I bring her back!” broke in the rag-buyer. “My little girl, Tinka, found a Sawdust Doll in the rags when she sorted them. I bring her back--the Doll.” “Well, thank goodness!” cried Patrick. “Dorothy will be glad of this! Wait a minute, junk man!” he called back as he ran into the house. When Dorothy saw her Sawdust Doll the little girl clapped her hands in joy and cried: “There she is! There she is! My Sawdust Doll has come back, and with her same rosy silk dress. I don’t care if it has an ice-cream stain on it! I love her!” “Did the junk man bring the Doll back?” asked Dorothy’s mother, as the little girl held her toy in her arms. “Yes,” answered Patrick. “He’s outside now.” “I’ll see him,” said Dorothy’s mother. When she heard how Tinka had found the Doll in the rags, and how she had wanted to keep the toy for herself, Dorothy’s mother said: “I think Dorothy will want to send Tinka a doll. Not the Sawdust Doll, for that is a birthday present. But I’ll find a doll for Tinka if you will take it to her. You will, please?” and she smiled at the junk man, who smiled and nodded in return. When she was told about the junk man’s little girl, Dorothy picked out one of her best dolls--the one Santa Claus had brought her the Christmas before--and took it out to the junk man.