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Page 52—Dolly Land
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Dolly Is Dead I can't help crying! Oh dear! My doll is dead, I fear, Yes, she must be dead, For she's lost her head, And she looks so horribly queer. But they say our doctor's a clever man, I'll get him to put on her head if he can. |
The Doll Show (For seven little girls—six with dolls. The seventh to be the judge.) First girl enters, with doll in her arms. We're going to have a dolly show, This very afternoon— The little girls will bring their dolls, (I think they'll be here soon), And then we'll have such lots of fun, We'll place them in a row, And the one the judge declares the best Will take the prize, you know. My dolly is all ready, I've dressed her as a bride; Don't she look sweet; She'll take the prize, Of that I'm satisfied. Places her doll on a bench or chair, and takes a seat. Second Girl Oh, such a time as I have had, I thought I would be late; I took so very, very long To dress my little Kate, But here she is, my infant doll, So white, and clean, and pure, Oh, yes, my precious darling, You'll take the prize, I'm sure. Places doll next to doll No. 1 and takes a seat. Third Girl—Carrying a handsome French Doll. My dolly came from Sunny France, Her name is Antoinette, She's two years old on Christmas day, And she's my dearest pet. Her feet and hands are very small, Her hair is soft and light, Her eyes the deepest, darkest blue, And very large and bright. This handsome dress from Paris came, Also this stylish hat, Why, she of course will take the prize, I'm positive of that. Places her doll by doll No. 2, and takes a seat. Fourth Girl I hope they've saved a little space For Jack, my sailor lad, The bravest, best, and nicest son A mother ever had. He wears a suit of navy blue— I've brought him to the show Because he looks so very nice, He'll take the prize, I know. Places it by doll No. 3, and sits down. Fifth Girl—a very small girl holding by the arm a large rag baby with a long dress. My mamma's writing letters, And told me—"run away," And so I brought my dolly To the baby show, to-day. She isn't very pretty, But she's very nice, I think, Her eyes, and nose, and little mouth, My mamma made with ink. I love my Dolly, 'cause she's good— She never never cries, So don't you think she'll be the one To carry off the prize? Places her doll by doll No. 4, and takes a seat. Sixth Girl They mustn't crowd my baby out, Although she's black as night. I think she'll stand as good a chance As babies that are white. She's very neat, and nice, and clean, Her lips are cherry red, She wears a gay bandanna Tied round her curly head. She's a very handsome lady, And if the judge be wise, I do not have the slightest doubt That she will take the prize. Places her doll by doll No. 5, and sits down. First Girl—to the girls Do not open your mouths, Nor shut your eyes! For here comes the judge To award the prize. Seventh Girl—Enters carrying a wand. She views each doll in turn with critical eyes, then pointing to the first doll, says— Number one is very pretty, But I think she's rather tall. Points to No. 2 And this cunning little baby, Is a little bit too small. No. 3 Number three—a fine French lady, Too Frenchy is, I fear. Points to No. 4 And Master Jack, I like your looks, But I think you dress too queer. No. 5 And this old-fashioned baby doll, I guess lived in the ark; No. 6 No, no, Miss Dinah, no prize for you, Your skin is much too dark. Then turning to the little girls, she continues: And now, dear anxious mothers, I find I can't decide Which doll shall have the premium, But I'll be satisfied If you'll call another meeting To-morrow afternoon, I need more time to settle this— To-day is much too soon. So, mothers, now I give these babies Back to your loving care; And I thank you much for bringing them To our famous Baby Fair. Hands each doll to it's owner. Exit all. |
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