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.

[Previous] - [Index] - [Next]

Page 48—Dolly Land

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