"You must come and see me again," she said. "Come as often as you like; and perhaps next time you'll bring some of your friends."
"But she never told us," said Cuthbert, "who the girl was."
"Why, you silly," said Doris, "it was Miss Hubbard herself."
Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard
To fetch her poor dog a bone,
But this Mother Hubbard in her heart's cupboard
Lives in the dark alone.
Sorrow's grey dust on the chandelier
Never a sun-ray sees,
Never a finger stirs the blind,
Nor the harpsichord's yellow keys.
Dumb is the clock with the china face,
The carpet moulds on the floor;
Oh, won't you come down to her house with me
And open Miss Hubbard's door?