course the
other Drusilla took a step forward as if to show the flawed nose.
"Don't you dast ter come 'bout me!" exclaimed Drusilla. "Goodness
knows, I don't look dat away. Go on, now! Go 'ten' ter yo' own
business ef you got any."

"I don't want to play with you," said the other Drusilla. "You've got
smut on your face. I don't like to play with dirty-faced girls."

"My face cleaner'n yone dis blessed minnit," retorted Drusilla.

"And your hair is not combed," said the other Drusilla. "It is wrapped
with strings, and you couldn't comb it if you wanted to. I think it is
a shame."

"Look at yo' own head!" retorted Drusilla angrily. "It's mo' woolly
dan what mine is. 'T ain't never been kyarded much less combed. An'
who got any mo' strings roun' der hair dan you got on yone?"

"How could I help it?" the other Drusilla asked. "You came and looked
at me in the glass and I had to be just like you, smutty face and all.
I don't think it is right. I know I never looked like this before, and
I hope I never shall again."

"Tut, tut!" said Mrs. Meadows; "don't get to mooning around here. You
might look better, but you don't look so bad. It will all come right
on wash-day, as the woman said when she put her dress on wrong side
outwards. Here comes Chickamy Crany Crow and Tickle-My-Toes. They'll
be glad to see you, no matter how you look."

And they were. They ran to the Looking-Glass children and greeted
them warmly. Tickle-My-Toes stared at the other Drusilla in surprise,
but he didn't laugh at her. "You look as if you had fallen down the
chimney," he said, "but that doesn't make any difference. So long as
you are here, we are satisfied."

"Oh, I don't mind it," said the other Drusilla.

"Now, then," remarked Mrs. Meadows, "you couldn't please us better
than to sing us a song. You haven't practiced together for a long
time."

The other children looked at one another in a shamefaced way, and
then, without a word of objection or explanation, they began to sing
as with one voice, the most plaintive song that ever was heard. It may
be called:--

THE LOOKING-GLASS SONG.

It's oh! and it's ah! It's alack! and alas!
Just imagine you lived in a big looking-glass!

Oh, what could you say and what could you do
If you lived all alone in the toe of a shoe?
You could hop, you could skip, you could jump, you could dance,
And you'd hear very little of "shouldn'ts" and "shan'ts."
You could stump you