He paused to say a kindly word, or shed a gentle tear.
"'Why is it, little doll?' he asked, 'you lie here all the day,
Instead of romping on the green, like other dolls at play?
And why avoid the jolly crowd, pray tell me if you will,
Is it that you thus like to be, or is it you are ill?'
"'Oh, sir,' the little doll replied, 'you're surely more than kind,
But look at me and you will see that I, alas, am blind;
And thus all day I keep away, nor venture near the throng,
For not a friend a hand will lend to guide my feet along.'
"'The Baboon picked the blind doll up and stared with all his might.