Dolly's Name.
I knew a charming little girl!
They call her “Darling May,”
She was so glad when mother bought
For her a doll, one day.
She skipped and jumped and ran about,
And clapped her hands with glee,
“Oh dear!” she said, “I'm sure mamma
This cannot be for me?
“Just see what lovely eyes it has,
What lovely golden hair;
It's feet and hands are made of wax,
“'Tis perfect everywhere.
“I'll set to work and make its clothes,
A hat, too, with the rest,
And it must have a pretty name,
I wonder which is best!
“'Alice' and 'Bess' and 'Mary Annie'
Are not so very new;
No, dolly, dear, I'll try to find
A better name for you.
“'Priscilla Prue' sounds rather nice,
So does 'Belinda Jane,'
But they're so long—dear me, how hard
It is to choose a name!
“I wonder how mamma chose mine,
It's 'Alice Evelyn May;'
I'm sure it must have taken her
Much longer than a day.
“Perhaps, she asked me which I'd like,
Tho' it's so long ago—
Six great long years—that if she did
I've quite forgot you know.
“I think, dear dolly, quite new names
Are rather hard to find,
So if I cannot think of one,
I hope you will not mind.
“I'd like to find you one that's grand,
But nice and pretty too—
Oh! now I know, 'Victoria Rose,'
Is just the name for you.”
AUNTIE.
