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31

BELLE AND THE SILVER DISH-COVER

O mamma! look,” cried little Belle Dreer;
“There's a girl in the cover like me;
And whenever I move she looks so queer;
It's so funny—I never did see!
“Why, she makes a face if I turn my cheek;
She makes a face if I wink.
Oh! her hair runs off, and she tries to speak;
Why, she's frightened at me, I think!
“Come out, little girl, and see my doll;
Come out of the shine and play.
I haven't a bit of a sister at all,
And my dolly is sick to-day.
“My dolly is sick, and my book is torn,
And my hair will have to be curled;
And mother is reading. It's real forlorn
To be all alone in the world.
“Come out, little girl. Oh! I wish you would
[You mustn't make faces that way.]
I'd lift you out of the shine if I could,
And play with you all the whole day.”