 | Verses by Sarah Orne Jewett |  |
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THE SPENDTHRIFT DOLL
As I was coming down the street,
I saw the saddest sight;
Sitting before a candy shop,
A doll all dressed in white.
A Paris hat was on her head,
Her eyes were china blue,
And, looking down below her gown,
I saw her pink kid shoe.
I saw the saddest sight;
Sitting before a candy shop,
A doll all dressed in white.
A Paris hat was on her head,
Her eyes were china blue,
And, looking down below her gown,
I saw her pink kid shoe.
Her veil thrown back showed me that her
Expression was refined;
Her carriage-top was folded down,
Her sash was tied behind.
Beside her sat a shaggy dog,
And, as I came too near,
His growls, though not so very loud,
Were terrible to hear.
Expression was refined;
Her carriage-top was folded down,
Her sash was tied behind.
Beside her sat a shaggy dog,
And, as I came too near,
His growls, though not so very loud,
Were terrible to hear.
Just then the shop-door opened wide
And out two children came;
The last one several bundles bore,
The first one just the same.
And some they put behind the doll,
And some before her lay;
And taking now the horse's place
They turned to go away.
And out two children came;
The last one several bundles bore,
The first one just the same.
And some they put behind the doll,
And some before her lay;
And taking now the horse's place
They turned to go away.
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We, who are good, can't understand
Such very wicked ways;
There must have been at least a pound
Of candy in the chaise!
The money she so idly spends
She might so wisely use—
Buy some poor doll a Sunday hat,
Or week-day pair of shoes;
Such very wicked ways;
There must have been at least a pound
Of candy in the chaise!
The money she so idly spends
She might so wisely use—
Buy some poor doll a Sunday hat,
Or week-day pair of shoes;
To outgrown and old-fashioned dolls
She might be such a friend;
To heathen dolls in savage lands
Improving books might send.
'Tis sad to think that one so small
Can be so great in sin.
I fear my tears will form a lake
And I shall fall therein!
She might be such a friend;
To heathen dolls in savage lands
Improving books might send.
'Tis sad to think that one so small
Can be so great in sin.
I fear my tears will form a lake
And I shall fall therein!
| Verses by Sarah Orne Jewett | |