Waiting for Tea.
Molly and I have quarrelled;
She isn't nice at all;
She will not let me have her doll,
So she shan't have my ball.
Molly is disagreeable,
And she began it too;
She called me first “a silly,”
And I said, “So are you!”
Molly is standing sulking;
She's dreadful cross with me.
I wish we hadn't fought, 'cause then
We'd give the dolls their tea.
I know the dolls are hungry,
But Molly turns away....
I wonder, if I kissed her,
If she'd forgive and play?
“Are you still angry, Molly?”
“No,” she begins to smile.
“Now come and play with the dollies;
They're waiting all this while.”
C. M. Hammill.
The Nursery Express.