ll never let her fall again,
Nor suffer any harm.

Little Polly

Little Polly,
Had a dolly,
With a curly wig;
And Miss Polly
And her dolly,
Often danced a jig.

Also Polly
had a collie,
A fine dog was he;
Blithe and jolly,
Jumped round Polly,
Barking loud with glee.

One day Polly
Knocked her dolly,
Broke its pretty head.
"Oh, fie, Polly!
Don't hurt dolly,"
Said her brother Ned.

Then did Polly
Take up Dolly,
Throw it on the floor.
Said Miss Polly,
In her folly
"I will play no more."

Up ran collie,
Seized poor dolly,
Ran off to a friend.
Friend helped collie
To tear up dolly--
That was poor dolly's end.

[Illustration: Reading Dolly Land.]

[Illustration: Two Dollies Getting Up.]

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[Illustration: Girl with Dolly.]

A Little Girl's Song to Her Dolly

Lie down, little Dolly.
Lie still on my lap,
It's time now to put on
Your night dress and cap;
You have not been to sleep
All through this long day
Oh, what a long time
For a Dolly to play!

The bright sun went down
More than two hours ago;
It is long past your bedtime,
You very well know:
The stars are now peeping
From out the blue skies;
Then go to sleep, Dolly!
Come, shut your blue eyes.

Mamma says the flowers
Were asleep long ago--
Sweet roses and lilies,
Their heads bending low;
She says 'tis a lesson
For me and for you--
That children and dollies
Should be asleep too.

Hark! Susan is calling--
Now out goes the light;
I will tug you up snugly,
And kiss you good night.
It is time you were sleeping
For do you not know
The dear little birds
Went to sleep long ago?

Don't Cry My Dolly

Hushy, baby, my dolly,
I pray you don't cry,
And I'll give you some bread
And some milk by and by;
Or perhaps you like custard,
Or maybe a tart,--
Then to either you're welcome,
With all my whole heart.

The Little Girl and Her Doll

There, got to sleep, Dolly,
In own mother's lap,
I've put on your nightgown
And neat little cap.
So sleep, pretty baby,
And shut up your eye,
Bye-bye, little Dolly,
Lie still, and bye-bye.
I'll lay my clean handkerchief
Over your head,
And then make believe
That my lap is your bed;
So hush, little dear,