t cracked a bit.

But since the darling is dead,
She'll want to be buried of course;
We will take my little wagon, Nurse,
And you shall be the horse;
And I'll walk behind and cry;
And we'll put her in this--you see,
This dear little box--and we'll bury
Them under the maple tree.

And papa will make a tombstone,
Like the one he made for my bird;
And he'll put what I tell him on it--
Yes, every single word!
I shall say: "Here lies Hildegarde,
A beautiful doll that is dead;
She died of a broken heart,
And a dreadful crack in her head."

Margaret Vandegrift

Dolly's Doctor

Dolly, my darling, is dreadfully sick;
Oh, dear! what shall I do?
Despatch to the doctor a telephone quick
To bring her a remedy new.

Hush! that is the doctor's tap! tap! tap!
Don't make such a terrible noise--
Don't you see how the darling lies still on my lap,
And never looks up at you boys!

Come, doctor, and tell me now just what you think
Would be best for my darling so sweet.
'Give dolly a bucket of water to drink,
In a bowl of hot gruel put her feet.'

[Illustration: Giving Sick Dolly Medicine.]

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[Illustration: Dollies Courting.]

Christening Dolly

See, this is my Christmas dolly,
Two weeks ago she came;
And, oh! the trouble I have had
To find a pretty name.

At first I thought of Marguerite--
A French name, meaning "pearl"--
But Nellie said, "Oh! that's too stiff
For such a graceful girl."

And then I mentioned, one by one,
Susanna, Ruth, and Poll,
"But they are too old-fashioned names
Said Nell, "to suit your doll."

So the next day I got a great big book,
And searched it through and through,
Then shook my head and sadly said:
"There's not one name will do."

My brother Tom was sitting near,
He raised his eyes and smiled;
"Why, Pussy dear," he kindly said,
"Suppose I name your child."

"Oh! will you Brother Tom?" I cried,
And then I hugged him, so; (hugging her doll.)
"We'll play you are the parson
That christens folks, you know."

So then, he took her in his arms
And solemnly and slow
He said: "This baby's name shall be
Miss Josephine, or Jo."

And there, before I knew it,
My baby had a name;
And what I like about it, is,
That mine is just the same.