Then the little man put something in each of the tiny doll stockings, and something in each of the little china plates for the two penny dolls.
Then, as quietly as he had entered, he left, merely turning at the door and shaking his finger at the dolls in a cheery, mischievous manner.
Raggedy Andy heard him chuckling to himself as he went down the stairs.
Raggedy Andy tiptoed to the door and over to the head of the stairs.
Then he motioned for the other dolls to come.
There, from the head of the stairs, they watched the cheery little white-whiskered man take pretty things from a large sack and place them about the chimneyplace.
“He does not know that we are watching him,” the dolls all thought, but when the little man had finished his task, he turned quickly and laughed right up at the dolls, for he had known that they were watching him all the time.
Then, again shaking his finger at them in his cheery manner, the little white-whiskered man swung the sack to his shoulder, and with a whistle such as the wind makes when it plays through the chinks of a window, he was gone—up the chimney.
The dolls were very quiet as they walked back into the nursery and sat down to think it all over, and as they sat there thinking, they heard out in the night the “tinkle, tinkle, tinkle” of tiny sleigh bells, growing fainter and fainter as they disappeared in the distance.
Without a word, but filled with a happy wonder, the dolls climbed into their beds, just as Marcella had left them, and pulled the covers up to their chins.
And Raggedy Andy lay there, his little shoe button eyes looking straight towards the ceiling and smiling a joyful smile—not a “half smile” this time, but a “full size smile.”
[Illustration: Raggedy Andy smiling a joyful smile]
[Illustration: Raggedy Andy and the Wooden Horse]
[Illustration: Santa leaves the Wooden Horse]
Santa Claus left a whole lot of toys.
A wooden horse, covered with canton flannel and touched lightly with a paint brush dipped in black paint to give him a dappled gray appearance, was one of the presents.
With the wooden horse came a beautiful red wagon with four yellow wheels. My! The paint was pretty and shiny.
The wooden horse was hitched to the wagon with a patent leather harness; and he, himself, stood proudly upon a red platform running on four little nickel wheels.
It was true that the wooden horse’s eyes were as far apart as a camel’s and made him look quite like one when viewed from in front, but he had soft leather ears and a silken mane and tail.
He was nice to look upon, was the wooden horse. All the dolls patted him and smoothed his silken mane and felt his shiny patent leather harness the first night they were alone with him in the nursery.