Cole's Funny Picture Book No. 1
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.'
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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!
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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
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!
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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,