Cole's Funny Picture Book No. 1
I'm going to church with mother."
Dirty Dolly
Naughty Miss Dolly played out in the mud,
And got all her clothes quite black;
And now such a rubbing, and scrubbing and tubbing
As we have to give them, good lack!
'Tis hard to be mothers and laundresses too,
And nurses and cooks beside.
Grown people don't know all we chicks have to do,
For how can they tell till they've tried?
Washing Day Troubles
I know a little girl who tried,
To wash her dolly's clothes, one day,
In Bridget's great, big tub, and cried
Because mamma sent her away
To find her own small dolly-tub,
More fit for little girls to use.
But naughty Sally shook her head
And all suggestions did refuse.
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.
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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.
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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,