Chapter 10

O sweet, so sweet, Is my Dolly Rose! Just all that I know My Dolly knows; And when I am glad The darling is glad And when I am sad The darling is sad. How dear she is, O, nobody knows, No, no, not even My precious Rose

Polly's Dolly

Shining eyes, very blue, Opened very wide; Yellow curls, very stiff, Hanging side by side; Chubby cheeks, very pink, Lips red as holly; No ears, and only thumbs-- That's Polly's Dolly.

Pretty Doll

Oh dear! what a beautiful doll My sister has bought at the fair She says I must call it Miss Poll, And make it a bonnet to wear.

Oh pretty new doll, it looks fine! It's cheeks are all covered with red. But pray will it always be mine? And please may I take it to bed?

How kind was my sister to buy This dolly with hair that will curl; Perhaps, if you want to know why, It's because I've been a good girl.

POEMS FOR CHILDREN

Puss's Doll

Now Puss had a doll That Dame Trot bought to please her, And gave it the beautiful Name of Louisa And when Kitty was lonesome Or wanted to play, She'd cry for Loo! Loo! In a comical way.

The dolly was petted, Was kissed and caressed, Though often quite roughly It must be confessed And so pleased was Miss Puss With Louisa's fair charms, She took her cat's meat, With the doll in her arms

Pussy and Doggy Fighting for Dolly

And once, I remember, Oh, sad was the day, The cat answered back In an impudent way. And tray was so jealous, The two had a fight, And between them the doll Was a terrible fright

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Dolly Tumbled out of Bed

'Tis very well to smile--now, But you gave me such a fright, When I missed you, darling Dolly, In the middle of the night.

I thought we played together, And you fell into a stream; Yet I said--just half awaking-- "'Tis nothing but a dream.

"For safe upon my pillow Lies her curly golden hair," Then I reached my hand to touch you, But I couldn't find you there.

I felt so sad and lonely That I cried, but all in vain; So to see if I could find you, I went off to sleep again.

Now, fancy! in the morning There you were, all safe and right; And nurse said, "Here's poor Dolly, Been upon the floor all night!"

Your pretty curls are tangled, They were so nice and smooth before; So promise, Dolly darling, You will tumble out no more!

Dolly and I

I love my dear dolly; I'll tell you her name, I called her "Sweet Polly" The day that she came.

My Uncle John brought her From over the sea; And no one shall part us, My dolly and me.

She has cheeks like red roses, And eyes blue and bright, That open with daylight, And close with the night.

She cries, and says, "Mam-ma, Mam-mam-ma," so well, That it is not a baby You scarcely can tell.

You know, I'm her own ma; A small one, you'll say, But just right for dolly, Who wants nought but play.

No teaching, no training, Few clothes and no food; And I like being her ma, Because she's so good.

Dolly's Broken Arm

Mamma, do send for Doctor Man, And tell him to be quick, My dolly fell and broke her arm, So she is very sick.

I thought that she was fast asleep, And laid her on her bed, But down she dropped upon the floor; O dear! she's almost dead!

Poor dolly! she was just as brave, And did not cry at all; Do you suppose she ever can Get over such a fall?

But when the doctor mends her arm, And wraps it up so tight, Then I will be her little nurse, And watch her all the night.

And if she only will get well, And does not lose her arm, I'll never let her fall again, Nor suffer any harm.

Little Polly

Little Polly, Had a dolly, With a curly wig; And Miss Polly And her dolly, Often danced a jig.

Also Polly had a collie, A fine dog was he; Blithe and jolly, Jumped round Polly, Barking loud with glee.

One day Polly Knocked her dolly, Broke its pretty head. "Oh, fie, Polly! Don't hurt dolly," Said her brother Ned.

Then did Polly Take up Dolly, Throw it on the floor. Said Miss Polly, In her folly "I will play no more."

Up ran collie, Seized poor dolly, Ran off to a friend. Friend helped collie To tear up dolly-- That was poor dolly's end.

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A Little Girl's Song to Her Dolly

Lie down, little Dolly. Lie still on my lap, It's time now to put on Your night dress and cap; You have not been to sleep All through this long day Oh, what a long time For a Dolly to play!

The bright sun went down More than two hours ago; It is long past your bedtime, You very well know: The stars are now peeping From out the blue skies; Then go to sleep, Dolly! Come, shut your blue eyes.

Mamma says the flowers Were asleep long ago-- Sweet roses and lilies, Their heads bending low; She says 'tis a lesson For me and for you-- That children and dollies Should be asleep too.

Hark! Susan is calling-- Now out goes the light; I will tug you up snugly, And kiss you good night. It is time you were sleeping For do you not know The dear little birds Went to sleep long ago?

Don't Cry My Dolly

Hushy, baby, my dolly, I pray you don't cry, And I'll give you some bread And some milk by and by; Or perhaps you like custard, Or maybe a tart,-- Then to either you're welcome, With all my whole heart.

The Little Girl and Her Doll

There, got to sleep, Dolly, In own mother's lap, I've put on your nightgown And neat little cap. So sleep, pretty baby, And shut up your eye, Bye-bye, little Dolly, Lie still, and bye-bye. I'll lay my clean handkerchief Over your head, And then make believe That my lap is your bed; So hush, little dear, And be sure you don't cry. Bye-bye, little Dolly, Lie still, and bye-bye.

There, now it is morning And time to get up, And I'll give you some milk In my doll's china cup. So wake up, little baby And open your eye, For I think it high time To have done with bye-bye.

Jane Taylor

Sleep, Dolly Sleep

Sleep, Dolly, sleep. You must not, must not weep. Now close your eyes so brown, And let me lay you down. Sleep, Dolly, sleep. Wake, Dolly, wake, Too long a nap you take; It's time to make the tea, And you must help, you see. Wake, Dolly, wake. Run, Dolly, run, Run out in golden sun; Run up the hill with me, And then to the apple-tree. Run, Dolly, run.

Mrs Hibbert

My Dolly

Shut your eyes, my darling! When the shadows creep, When the flowers are closing Little ones must sleep.

Don't be frightened, Dolly! In my arms you lie; Nestle down and slumber To my lullaby

Dolly is so active, Always full of fun, Wakeful still and smiling E'en when day is done

Hush thee now, my dearest, To my slumber-song; Children lose their roses, Sitting up too long.

My Dolly

I must go home to dolly, And put her to bed; I know she's so tired, She can't raise her head.

Some dolls are so old, They can sit up till eight, But mine gets quite ill If she stays up so late!

Dolly's Asleep

Tell me a story Just one, mother dear. Candles are coming Bedtime is near There is my hand to hold Bend down your head, Don't speak too loud, mother, Dolly's in bed

No! not the story Of old Jack and Jill They were so stupid To tumble down the hill. I'm tired of Jack Horner And Little Bo-peep.-- Stay! let me see If Dolly's asleep.

Hush, Dolly darling! I'm watching, you know No one shall hurt you; I will not go. You are so warm,-- Like a bird in it's nest. Go to sleep, darling,-- Rest, Dolly, rest.

Ah! there is Mary Just come in with a light: Now there is no time For a story to-night, Please make the boys, mother, Mind how they tread. Their boots are so heavy, And--Dolly's in bed.

Good night, dear mother! Ask papa, please, When he comes home, Not to cough or to sneeze Give me your hand, Mary Hush! softly creep; We must not wake her,-- Dolly's asleep.

If at all restless Or wakeful she seems, Don't be to anxious; I fancy she dreams. Say to her softly, Just shaking your head; "Go to sleep, Dolly,-- Adie's in bed."

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Lost Dolly

The sunflowers hang their heavy heads And wish the sun would shine; The clouds are grey; the wind is cold. "Where is that doll of mine? The dark is coming fast," said she. "I'm in a dreadful fright. I don't know where I left my doll, And she'll be out all night

"Twice up and down the garden-walks I looked; but she's not there, Oh! yes, I've hunted in the hay; I've hunted everywhere. I must have left her out of doors, But she is not in sight. No Dolly in the summer-house, And she'll be out all night.

"The dew will wet her through and through And spoil her dear best dress; And she will wonder where I am And be in such distress; The dogs may find her in the grass, And bark or even bite; And all the bats will frighten her That fly about at night.

"I've not been down into the woods Or by the brook to-day. I'm sure I had her in my arms When I came out to play, Just after dinner; then I know, I watched Tom make his kite. Will anybody steal my doll If she stays out all night.

"I wonder where Papa has gone? Why, here he comes; and see He's bringing something in his hand; That's Dolly certainly! And so you found her in the chaise, And brought her home all right? I'll take her to the baby-house. I'm glad she's home tonight."

Sarah O. Jewett

Talking To Dolly

Well, Dolly, what are you saying, When you blink and wink your eyes? I'm sure your thoughts are straying, For you look so very wise.

I wonder what you think about, And why you never talk, And how it is you never shout, And never try to walk!

I wonder if you're ever sad, And if you ever weep; I wonder if you're ever glad When I rock you off to sleep.

I wonder if you love me well-- As well as I love you. I do so wish you'd try and tell; Come, Dolly, darling, do!

Darling Dolly

Darling Dolly's house shall be High as lofty apple-tree; It shall have a door inlaid, Of the sweetest light and shade.

It shall have for pictures fair Fancies that are rich and rare; It shall have a golden roof, And tapestry with stars for woof.

And it shall have a dome of blue With the moonlight streaming through, And stately pillars, straight as firs, Bending to each wind that stirs.

Darling Dolly's house shall be High as a lofty apple-tree; It shall have a door inlaid, Of the sweetest light and shade.

Sour Grapes

"Such a doll! I wouldn't have it, With its trailing baby dress! Pooh! a dolly twice as handsome I could have for asking, Bess. Needn't ask me if it's pretty, No, I do not care to wait, I am in an awful hurry, If you keep me, I'll be late."

Off went Nannie, proud lip curling, Head uplifted in disdain, Bessie hugged her dolly closely, Laughing over truth so plain. "Nan was envious, Dolly darling, 'Twasn't aught of wrong in you, But the trouble lay in Nannie, She would like to own you too."

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Ten Little Dollies

Ten little dollies Standing in a line, One tumbled down, And then there were nine.

Nine little dollies Sitting up so late, One went to sleep Then there were eight.

Eight little dollies-- All their ages even, One grew up tall And then there were seven.

Seven little dollies, Full of funny tricks, One snapt her head off Then there were six.

Six little dollies-- Looked almost alive, One lost her "pin-back," Then there were five.

Five little dollies, Walking by a door, One got her nose pinched, Then there were four.

Four little dollies On their mamma's knee, One cried her eyes out, Then there were three.

Three little dollies, Didn't know what to do, One tore her bows off, Then there were two.

Two little dollies, Very fond of fun, One melts her nose off, Then there was one.

One little dolly, Living all alone, Died broken-hearted, Then there were none.

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My Week

On Monday I wash my dollies' clothes, On Tuesday smoothly press 'em, On Wednesday mend their little hose, On Thursday neatly dress 'em.

On Friday I play they're taken ill, On Saturday something or other; But when Sunday comes, I say, "Lie still, 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!