opened her eyes,
And stared at her mother
In such sad surprise
That I kissed her and laid
Her again in her place
To keep her reproachful
Blue eyes off my face.

And next I uncovered
My little bisque Mabel,
To meet whose brown eyes
I was still more unable.
There gaze was surprised,
But exceedingly mild,
My poor little, dear little,
Led-away child!

And I kissed her, her face
Looked so childish and sweet,
And I held for a moment
Her little kid feet,
For her stockings were scattered,
And so were her shoes,
And then, when I found them,
They gave me the blues.

I kissed her, and laid her
Back in the box, but
She looked at me still
(For her eyes would not shut)
And hastily covering
Her face from my sight,
I searched till wax Elsie
I brought to the light.

Now, that poor little doll
Was only my niece,
Her eyes were dark blue
And her curls white as fleece
But her nose was so flat,
'Twas no longer a nose,
And her wax cheeks had faded
And lost all their rose.

From losing her sawdust
Her body was slender,
Yet for those very reasons
My kiss was more tender,
And I laid the poor thing
Away with a sigh,
And feeling, I must say,
Like having a cry.

One big doll was missing,--
My dear Rosabel,--
How much I did love her,
I really can't tell.
It is painful, indeed,
To be talking about,
But I loved her so much
That I quite wore her out.

Well, well, I am older,
But I'm sure I'm not glad.
The thought of those old times,
In fact makes me sad.
And, although the feeling
Is silly, I know,
I cannot help sighing:
"Oh! why did I grow?"

Bertha Gerneaux Davis

[Illustration: Mistress Of Four Dollies.]

Mistress Of Four Dollies

This little girl, I'm glad to say,
Is eight years old this very day.
She makes a hat for the little "Doll,"
And puts in it a feather tall.

One doll is large, and one is small,
Another short another tall.
She talks to them. They won't obey,
And then she says, "You cannot play."

Grandmamma's Visit

With grandma's cap upon her head,
And spectacles on her nose,
And grandma's shawl upon her back,
Grace to her sister goes.

"My dear grandchild, although I am
Now getting very old,
I've toddled all this way to ask
Abo