There was a young maid who said, "Why
Can't I look in my ear with my eye?
If I give my mind to it,
I'm sure I can do it--
You never can tell till you try."
ANONYMOUS
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THE DEAD DOLL
You needn't be trying to comfort me--I tell you my dolly is dead!
There's no use in saying she isn't, with a crack like that in her head.
It's just like you said it wouldn't hurt much to have my tooth out,
that day;
And then, when the man '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 that 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 I hadn't quite finished her elegant new spring hat!
And I took a sweet ribbon of hers last 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.
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