Part 11

And when she found herself alone, She went to Bridget's tub again, But, as is sure to be the case, Her disobedience brought her pain.

For, what do you think? she tumbled in, And gave herself an awful fright, And no one pitied her; in fact, They all laughed at her in her plight.

Washing Dolly

Miss Mary standing at the tub Giving dolly a thorough scrub. Trying to make her nice and sweet Before she dresses for the street. If health an happiness you'd glean Remember always to keep clean.

Doll Rosy's Bath

'Tis time Doll Rosy had a bath, And she'll be good, I hope; She likes the water well enough, But she doesn't like the soap.

Now soft I'll rub her with a sponge, Her eyes and nose and ears, And splash her fingers in the bowl And never mind the tears.

There now--oh, my! what have I done? I've washed the skin off--see! Her pretty pink and white are gone Entirely! oh, dear me!

The New Tea-Things

Come, Dolly, come quick, For I want you to see The present mamma Has just given to me; A set of new tea-things That really hold tea.

A dear little teapot To keep the tea hot, And tiny white cups With a pretty blue spot, And a glass sugar-basin. How nice, is it not?

And I am to use them This same afternoon; So Dolly I'll give you Some tea very soon In a little white cup, With a saucer and spoon.

[Illustration: Tea With Dolls.]

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[Illustration: Sewing Doll Clothes.]

Doll Dress-making

Making Dolly's dresses, Don't you think it's fun? Here is one already, That I've just begun

Oh, how many stitches! And such a tangly thread! When I pricked my finger I just guess it bled

There! the needle's broken-- Bending all about-- That's a sign my dolly'll Wear the dresses out

Youth's Companion

Dolly Town

Have you ever been down to Dolly Town? The sight would do you good There the dollies walk, And the dollies talk, And they ride about In a grand turn-out, With a coachman thin Who is made of tin, And a footman made of wood

There are very fine houses in Dolly Town, Red, and green and blue; And a doctor, too, Who has much to do, Just to mend their toes And their arms and nose, When they tumble down And crack their crown And the stuff they take is glue

But the finest sight in Dolly Town That place to children dear-- Is no dolly at all, Though so neat and small If you've time to spare, Go on tiptoe there, See the pretty girl, the rose, the pearl, Who is Queen of Dolly Town

My Little Doll Rose

I have a little doll, I take care of her clothes She has soft flaxen hair, And her name is Rose

She has pretty blue eyes, And a very small nose, And a cunning little mouth, And her name is Rose

I have a little sofa Where my dolly may repose, Or sit up like a lady; And her name is Rose

My doll can move her arms, And can stand upon her toes, She can make a pretty curtsey My dear little Rose

How old is your dolly? Very young I suppose, For she cannot go alone, My pretty little Rose

Indeed I cannot tell In poetry or prose How beautiful she is, My darling little Rose.

E. Follen

Sewing For Dolly

Such a busy little mother! Such a pretty little "child"! Did you ever see a dolly With a face more sweet and mild?

Such a comfort to her mother, Who is busy all the day, And who never finds a moment With her little girl to play

There are dresses to be altered, There are aprons to be made, "For my child in wardrobe matters Must not be thrown in shade"

Says the busy little mother, As she clips and works away, And a brand new dress for Dolly Will be made this very day

The Lost Doll

I once had a sweet little doll, dears, The prettiest doll in the world; Her cheeks were so red and so white, dears, And her hair was so charmingly curled.

But I lost my poor little doll, dears, As I played in the heath one day; I cried for her more than a week, dears, But I could never find where she lay.

Folks say she is terribly changed, dears, For her paint is all washed away, And her arms trodden off by the cows, dears, And her hair is not the least bit curled; Yet for old sake's sake she is still, dears, The prettiest doll in the world.

Charles Kingsley

Dolly's Patchwork Counterpane

Oh, Mary, see what the nurse has found, Such store of pieces in my box! Some green, and some with lilac ground. They'll make such lovely blocks

She says she'll teach me how to make A counterpane for Dolly's bed, This lovely piece I first will take, With sprays of roses white and red

And thin this piece with purple spots Will look so pretty next to that! I'll keep my cotton free from knots, And make my stitches neat and flat

And "when I've finished it," she says She'll line it with a square of white. Oh, Dolly dear! your little bed Will be a most enchanting sight!

The Wooden Doll

I'm but a wooden doll, Have neither wit nor grace; And very clumsy in my joints And yet I know my place.

Most people laugh at a wooden doll, And wooden I may be, But little children love me much And that's enough for me.

When I am dressed in fine long clothes, In fur, and silk, and lace, I think myself I'm not so bad And yet I know my place.

Let people laugh--I know I'm wood: Wax I can never be; But little children think I'm grand-- That's quite enough for me.

Buy My Dolls

Come buy my dolls, my pretty dolls: Come buy my dolls, I pray: I've such a heap, And I sell so cheap, I almost give them away.

I've waxen dolls, and china dolls, And dollies made of gum, Some are small, And some are tall, Some talk and some are dumb.

Bald head dolls, and dolls with hair, All beauties in their way-- So very nice, So low in price, Please buy my dolls to-day.

Laughing dolls, and crying dolls; Dolls of various ages, Infant dolls, And lady dolls, Dolls in all the stages.

Go where you may, you will not find Such bargains as are these Make my heart light, Buy them to night, To grace your Christmas trees.

[Illustration: Finishing Dolls.]

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[Illustration: Doctor Charlie and His Patient.]

Doctor Charlie and His Patient

Run for the doctor! Dolly's very sick! Mary, you'll have to go, I cannot leave her; Tell him to pack his bottles And come quick; I think she has got A very dangerous fever."

In stalks a hat and cane; If you look close, You'll see Doctor Charlie, Somewhere under; He takes a pinch of snuff And blows his nose, While poor sick Dolly Seems to stare in wonder.

He feels her pules, he Gravely shakes his head: His hat dropped o'er his eyes With the shake he gave it; He says poor dolly Must be put to bed And have her head shaved-- He, in fact, will shave it.

Poor mamma sober looks, But says at once That "Dolly's head shall Not be shaved! I guess not! Her hair would never grow Again, you dunce!" "It shall!" "It shan't!" "She'll die then, if it's not!"

But Mary, ere the quarrel Gets too grave (Already in her hand A bowl of gruel), Says, "Don't you know That doctors do not shave? And then besides, It really would be cruel!"

"I'll give her pills, then, When she's safe in bed, Plenty and sweet--of sugar I will make them; As dolly cannot eat, 'Twill do instead For you and me and Mary here to take them."

Dollies' Broken Noses

Two little babies In carriages two, Two little nurses With duty to do.

Both little nurses Were careful at first, Soon both grew careless-- Which was the worst.

O what a pitiful Wail from the street! One broken rail Trips four little feet.

Over went carriages, Babies and all, And two china noses Were cracked in the fall.

The Soldier Dolly

There once was a sweet tiny maiden, A wee little woman of four, Who scarce could reach up to the table, Or open the nursery door;

And this poor little maid, she was crying-- Her dolly had such a fall! Yes there on the ground he was lying-- Her darling, the best of them all.

This dolly had been a brave soldier, With uniform, sabre, and all, And worshipp'd a doll in the doll's-house, That stood by the side of the wall.

She was only a poor tiny maiden, A wee little woman of four, And she sat with her heart nearly breaking, With the doll in her lap on the floor.

And the poor, tiny, sorrowful maiden, The wee little woman of four, Now lies with her dead soldier dolly, Asleep on the nursery floor.

The Dead Doll

You needn't be trying to comfort me-- I tell you my dolly is dead! There's no use saying she isn't-- With a crack like that on her head. It's just like you said it wouldn't hurt Much to have my tooth out that day. And then when they most pulled My head off, you hadn't a word to say.

And I guess you must think I'm a baby, When you say you can mend it with glue! As if I didn't know better than that! Why, just suppose it was you? You might make her look all mended-- But what do I care for looks? Why, glue's for chairs and tables, And toys, and the backs of books!

My dolly! my own little daughter! Oh, but it's the awfullest crack! It just makes me sick to think of the sound When her poor head went whack Against this horrible brass thing That holds up the little shelf. Now, Nursey, what makes you remind me? I know that I did it myself?

I think you must be crazy-- You'll get her another head! What good would forty heads do her? I tell you my dolly is dead! And to think that I hadn't quite finished Her elegant New Year's hat! And I took a sweet ribbon of hers List night to tie on that horrid cat!

When my mamma gave me that ribbon-- I was playing out in the yard-- She said to me most expressly: "Here's a ribbon for Hildegarde." And I went and put it on Tabby, And Hildegarde saw me do it; But I said to myself, "Oh, never mind, I don't believe she knew it!"

But I know that she knew it now, And I just believe, I do, That her poor little heart was broken, And so her head broke too. Oh, my baby! my little baby! I wish my head had been hit! For I've hit it over and over, And it hasn't cracked a bit.

But since the darling is dead, She'll want to be buried of course; We will take my little wagon, Nurse, And you shall be the horse; And I'll walk behind and cry; And we'll put her in this--you see, This dear little box--and we'll bury Them under the maple tree.

And papa will make a tombstone, Like the one he made for my bird; And he'll put what I tell him on it-- Yes, every single word! I shall say: "Here lies Hildegarde, A beautiful doll that is dead; She died of a broken heart, And a dreadful crack in her head."

Margaret Vandegrift

Dolly's Doctor

Dolly, my darling, is dreadfully sick; Oh, dear! what shall I do? Despatch to the doctor a telephone quick To bring her a remedy new.

Hush! that is the doctor's tap! tap! tap! Don't make such a terrible noise-- Don't you see how the darling lies still on my lap, And never looks up at you boys!

Come, doctor, and tell me now just what you think Would be best for my darling so sweet. 'Give dolly a bucket of water to drink, In a bowl of hot gruel put her feet.'

[Illustration: Giving Sick Dolly Medicine.]

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[Illustration: Dollies Courting.]

Christening Dolly

See, this is my Christmas dolly, Two weeks ago she came; And, oh! the trouble I have had To find a pretty name.

At first I thought of Marguerite-- A French name, meaning "pearl"-- But Nellie said, "Oh! that's too stiff For such a graceful girl."

And then I mentioned, one by one, Susanna, Ruth, and Poll, "But they are too old-fashioned names Said Nell, "to suit your doll."

So the next day I got a great big book, And searched it through and through, Then shook my head and sadly said: "There's not one name will do."

My brother Tom was sitting near, He raised his eyes and smiled; "Why, Pussy dear," he kindly said, "Suppose I name your child."

"Oh! will you Brother Tom?" I cried, And then I hugged him, so; (hugging her doll.) "We'll play you are the parson That christens folks, you know."

So then, he took her in his arms And solemnly and slow He said: "This baby's name shall be Miss Josephine, or Jo."

And there, before I knew it, My baby had a name; And what I like about it, is, That mine is just the same.

E.C. and J.T. Rook

The Dollies Visit

Three little girls brought each a doll, To pass an afternoon; The dresses all were soon displayed, Their bangles made a tune; And when they parted to go home, One young girl shrewdly said: "Our dollies have behaved real nice-- They have no scandal spread." W.

The Little Girl Over The Way

Whenever I'm tired of reading, Or lonely in my play, I come to the window here, and watch The little girl over the way.

But she will not look nor listen, Nor stand for a moment still; And though I watch her the livelong day, I'm afraid she never will.

For some day some one will buy her, And carry her quite away;-- She is only a doll in a great glass-case, The little girl over the way.

Maggie's Talk to Doll

My dolly dear, Come sit up here! And say why you don't cry. I've struck your head Against the bed, And cracked your pretty eye,

My dolly dear, Do sit up here, And let me see your face; And say, my pet, Why you don't fret Now Pug has got your place.

My pretty Poll My dear, dear doll, Why don't you eat or talk? Like sister Jane, And Sally Blane, And then go for a walk?

You have an eye, But never cry, And lips, but never prattle; You've fingers ten, Like brother Ben, But never shake the rattle.

You never eat, Nor drink, nor sleep, Nor move unless you're carried: And when I pinch, You never flinch, Nor say that you are worried.

Minnie to Dolly

Your hair is so pretty, Your eyes are so blue, Your cheeks are so rosy, Your frock is so new, You're the prettiest dolly I ever did see. Though your hair is so pretty, And your eyes are so blue, I'd rather be Minnie Than I would be you,

For you can't see the flowers When they come up in spring; You can't hear the birdies, How sweetly they sing; Nor run out of doors To look in the sky, And see the white clouds As they pass swiftly by.

You've no kind of papa Or mamma to be near, To love you and teach you; So, dolly, my dear, Though your cheeks are so rosy, And your dress is so new, I'd rather be Minnie Than I would be you.

My Dolly

My Dolly, Polly Angelina Brown, Has a pretty little bonnet, And a pretty little gown; A pretty little bonnet, With a lovely feather on it; Oh, there's not another like it To be found in all the town!

My Dolly, Polly, is a precious little pet; Her eyes are bright as jewels, And her hair is black as jet; I hug her, and I kiss her! And oh, how I should miss her If she were taken from me; Oh how I should grieve and fret!

My little brother Charley, Says my Dolly is "a muff," And he calls her other horrid names Though that is bad enough; And though he's very clever, I never, no, I never Let him handle her or dandle her, For boys, you know, are rough.

My Dolly's always smiling; She was never known to frown. And she looks so very charming In her Sunday hat and gown. You really ought to see her To get a good idea Of the beauty of my Dolly, Polly Angelina Brown.

Dolly's Wedding

Come along; come along; The rain has gone away. Dingle-dong! dingle dong; It is Dolly's wedding-day!

Charley has got his night-gown on. Mary has put the chairs: Charley is the clergyman Who'll marry them up-stairs. Come along; come along; The rain has gone away. Dingle-dong! dingle dong; It is Dolly's wedding-day!

Sambo has got an old white hat, And a coat with but one tail; Sambo's face is very black, Dolly's is rather pale. Come along; come along; The rain has gone away. Dingle-dong! dingle dong; It is Dolly's wedding-day!

Sambo has got a woolly pate, Dolly has golden hair. When Sambo marries Dolly, They'll be a funny pair! Come along; come along; The rain has gone away. Dingle-dong! dingle dong; It is Dolly's wedding-day!

[Illustration: Wedding For Dolls.]

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[Illustration: Dollies in School.]

My Doll

I found my old dolls In the attic to-day, In a box where I long ago Laid them away. It was silly, I know, But 'twas such a surprise, The sight of their faces Brought tears to my eyes.

There was poor little Flossie, With azure eyes closed. For many a month She had quietly dozed, In the little silk gown In which I last dressed her-- That time was brought back So I stopped and caressed her;

And then, as I raised her, She opened her eyes, And stared at her mother In such sad surprise That I kissed her and laid Her again in her place To keep her reproachful Blue eyes off my face.

And next I uncovered My little bisque Mabel, To meet whose brown eyes I was still more unable. There gaze was surprised, But exceedingly mild, My poor little, dear little, Led-away child!

And I kissed her, her face Looked so childish and sweet, And I held for a moment Her little kid feet, For her stockings were scattered, And so were her shoes, And then, when I found them, They gave me the blues.

I kissed her, and laid her Back in the box, but She looked at me still (For her eyes would not shut) And hastily covering Her face from my sight, I searched till wax Elsie I brought to the light.

Now, that poor little doll Was only my niece, Her eyes were dark blue And her curls white as fleece But her nose was so flat, 'Twas no longer a nose, And her wax cheeks had faded And lost all their rose.

From losing her sawdust Her body was slender, Yet for those very reasons My kiss was more tender, And I laid the poor thing Away with a sigh, And feeling, I must say, Like having a cry.

One big doll was missing,-- My dear Rosabel,-- How much I did love her, I really can't tell. It is painful, indeed, To be talking about, But I loved her so much That I quite wore her out.

Well, well, I am older, But I'm sure I'm not glad. The thought of those old times, In fact makes me sad. And, although the feeling Is silly, I know, I cannot help sighing: "Oh! why did I grow?"

Bertha Gerneaux Davis

[Illustration: Mistress Of Four Dollies.]

Mistress Of Four Dollies

This little girl, I'm glad to say, Is eight years old this very day. She makes a hat for the little "Doll," And puts in it a feather tall.

One doll is large, and one is small, Another short another tall. She talks to them. They won't obey, And then she says, "You cannot play."

Grandmamma's Visit

With grandma's cap upon her head, And spectacles on her nose, And grandma's shawl upon her back, Grace to her sister goes.

"My dear grandchild, although I am Now getting very old, I've toddled all this way to ask About your Dolly's cold."

"Dear Grandmamma, I thank you much, And I am glad to say She had a good sound sleep last night, And is quite well to-day."

Lucy's Dolls

Five little dolls To claim my care To fix their clothes And comb their hair;

Five little dolls To dress and keep And put away Each night to sleep.

I don't think grown Folks ever know What troubles small Folks undergo;

I have to cook To please all five-- I wonder much That I'm alive!

[Illustration: Lucy and her Dolls.]

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[Illustration: Please Mend my Dolly.]

Dolly Is Dead

I can't help crying! Oh dear! My doll is dead, I fear, Yes, she must be dead, For she's lost her head, And she looks so horribly queer. But they say our doctor's a clever man, I'll get him to put on her head if he can.

The Doll Show

(For seven little girls--six with dolls. The seventh to be the judge.)

_First girl enters, with doll in her arms._

We're going to have a dolly show, This very afternoon-- The little girls will bring their dolls, (I think they'll be here soon),

And then we'll have such lots of fun, We'll place them in a row, And the one the judge declares the best Will take the prize, you know.

My dolly is all ready, I've dressed her as a bride; Don't she look sweet; She'll take the prize, Of that I'm satisfied.

_Places her doll on a bench or chair, and takes a seat._

_Second Girl_

Oh, such a time as I have had, I thought I would be late; I took so very, very long To dress my little Kate,

But here she is, my infant doll, So white, and clean, and pure, Oh, yes, my precious darling, You'll take the prize, I'm sure.

_Places doll next to doll No. 1 and takes a seat._

_Third Girl--Carrying a handsome French Doll._

My dolly came from Sunny France, Her name is Antoinette, She's two years old on Christmas day, And she's my dearest pet.

Her feet and hands are very small, Her hair is soft and light, Her eyes the deepest, darkest blue, And very large and bright.

This handsome dress from Paris came, Also this stylish hat, Why, she of course will take the prize, I'm positive of that.

_Places her doll by doll No. 2, and takes a seat._

_Fourth Girl_

I hope they've saved a little space For Jack, my sailor lad, The bravest, best, and nicest son A mother ever had.

He wears a suit of navy blue-- I've brought him to the show Because he looks so very nice, He'll take the prize, I know.

_Places it by doll No. 3, and sits down._

_Fifth Girl--a very small girl holding by the arm a large rag baby with a long dress._