“SAY, are you a really-person? Say, I say, are you real? You look so swell and so beautiful,—can you talk?—say, can you? I wonder if I can touch you, you pretty Mary Marie.”
“Can
you talk?”
Scissors Shears took a step nearer the doll.
“My, I wish you could talk! I’d like you to hold this muslin for me while I cut out your rompers. What! You won’t talk? You just sit looking at me—Stupid! You must think I want something to do! Humph! I wouldn’t be a doll, no!
“I wouldn’t be a dolly, a dolly, a dolly!
I’d rather be a polly, a polly, a polly!
For a dolly can’t talk,
And a polly can talk;
And a dolly can’t walk,