[Illustration: Dorothy’s Father Fixes the Sawdust Doll _Page 118_] When the shopping was finished the little girl went down in the elevator with her mother. The Calico Clown and the Bold Tin Soldier, as well as the other toys, wished they might call out a “good-bye” to the Sawdust Doll as they saw her being carried away. And they wished they might tell her to come again. But they did not dare, with all the people around. One day when it was snowing so hard that Dorothy and her brother could not go out to play, Dick climbed into a rocking chair in the middle of the playroom floor. “I’m going to make believe this is a rocking horse,” he said. “I’m going to take a long ride,” and he swayed to and fro. “Do you want to ride with me, Dorothy?” he asked. “Thank you, no. I am going to make a new dress for my Sawdust Doll,” was the answer. “I’ll leave her here a minute till I get some thread.” Dorothy, leaving her doll down on the floor, went to the sewing-room, where her mother and Martha, the maid, were busy. Dick began to sway backward, and forward in the rocking chair. “Gid-dap!” cried the boy. “Go fast, Rocking Horse!” Then, all of a sudden, the chair swung to one side and one of the rockers went right over the Sawdust Doll. It tore a hole in her back and the sawdust began to run out. “Oh, my!” cried Dick, when he saw the accident. “Oh, what will Dorothy say? Oh, I’m sorry!” He got down off the chair and looked at the Doll on the floor. A little stream of sawdust was running out over the carpet. “Oh, dear me!” cried Dorothy, when she came back and saw what had happened. “Oh, dear me! Oh, Mother! Dick has run over my Sawdust Doll and she’s bleeding! Oh, dear me!” She picked up her toy. The sawdust kept on running out, and the doll became very limp in Dorothy’s hands. “Oh, my Sawdust Doll has fainted!” she cried. “What shall I do?” Mother came running in to see what the matter was. And, noticing the sawdust running out of the Doll, she exclaimed: “Hold your hand over the hole, Dorothy! That will keep the sawdust in!” “Oh, but my doll is spoiled!” sobbed the little girl. “What made you run over her, Dick, with your rocking-chair horse?” “I--I didn’t mean to,” said Brother Dick. “I’m sorry!” “Oh, my Sawdust Doll will die!” cried Dorothy. But Daddy came in just then, and when he saw what the trouble was he said: “We’ll fix your doll, Dorothy. Don’t cry. We can make her well again.” “How?” asked the little girl. “I’ll get some new sawdust for her from the carpenter shop around the corner,” was the answer. “You get a needle and thread, Mother, and I’ll go after the sawdust.” Dorothy dried her tears and watched while her mother got ready a needle, with a long thread, and her thimble. By that time Daddy had come back with something in a bag. “Here is plenty of sawdust for the doll that fainted, Dorothy,” he said with a jolly laugh.