As I write this, I have before me on my desk, propped up against the telephone, an old rag doll. Dear old Raggedy Ann! There she sits, a trifle loppy and loose-jointed, looking me squarely in the face in a straightforward, honest manner, a twinkle where her shoe-button eyes reflect the electric light.…
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