Through the hole made in the cloth by the rocking chair, the new sawdust from the carpenter shop was stuffed into the Doll. Then Mother sewed her up. “And I’ll give you a ride on my make-believe rocking horse,” said Dick. “Come on, Dorothy!” “All right,” answered the little girl. “I’ll wait until to-morrow about making Dollie another dress.” She climbed up into the chair with her brother, holding her toy in her arms. “Dear me!” thought the Sawdust Doll, “my adventures seem to keep up. Just fancy _fainting_ because of an accident! How I should like to tell the Calico Clown and the Bold Tin Soldier about it. I don’t believe either of them ever fainted away.” And as Dick and Dorothy and the Sawdust Doll rode on the rocking-chair horse, the little boy asked his father: “Do you think, Daddy, I’ll ever have a _real_ rocking horse?” “Well, I shouldn’t be surprised if you did,” was the answer. “What kind would you like?” “A white one,” the boy answered. “Just like the one I saw in the store where Dorothy’s Sawdust Doll was bought.” “We’ll see,” promised Daddy. And whether the little boy got his wish you may find out in the book that comes after this. It is called “The Story of a White Rocking Horse,” and it tells about the many adventures he had. As for the Sawdust Doll, she lived with Dorothy for a number of years, and you may be sure many things happened to her--more than I have room to tell of in this book. So I will say good-bye now, but I shouldn’t be a bit surprised if you heard something more about the Sawdust Doll, as well as about the White Rocking Horse. THE END TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES: Italicized text is surrounded by underscores: _italics_. Obvious typographical errors have been corrected. The cover image for this eBook was created by the transcriber and is entered into the public domain.