You needn’t be trying to comfort me,
I tell you my Dolly is dead!
There’s no use in saying she isn’t
With a crack like that in her head.
It’s just like you said it wouldn’t hurt much
To have my tooth out that day,
And then when the man most pulled my
Head off
You hadn’t a word to say.
And I guess you must think I’m a baby
When you say you can mend it with glue,
As if I didn’t know better than that;
Why, just suppose it was you!
You might make her look all mended,
But what do I care for looks?
Why, glue is for chairs, and tables,
And toys, and the backs of books.
Oh Dolly, my own little daughter,
O! but it is the awfullest crack!
It just makes me sick to think of the sound
When her poor little head went whack
Against that horrible brass thing,
That holds up the little shelf.
Now Nursey, what makes you remind me?
I know that I done it myself.
I think you must be crazy,
You’ll get her another head!
What good would forty heads do her?
I tell you my Dolly is dead!
And to think I hadn’t quite finished
Her elegant new spring hat,
And I took a sweet ribbon of hers last night
To tie on that horrid cat.
When my mamma gave me that ribbon,
I was playing out in the yard,
And she said expressly,
"Here’s a ribbon for Hildegarde."
And I went and put in on Tabby
And Hildegarde saw me do it,
But I said to myself, "Oh, never mind,
I don’t believe she knew it."
But I know that she knew it, now,
And just believe, I do—
That her poor little heart was broken,
And so her head broke too.
Oh my baby! My dear little baby!
I wish my head had been hit—
For I’ve hit it over and over again
And it hasn’t cracked a bit.
But since the darling is dead
She’ll want to be buried of course.
We will take my little wagon, Nurse,
And you shall be my horse.
And I will walk behind and cry,
And we’ll put her in this, you see,
This dear little box, and we’ll bury her then
Under the apple tree.
And papa will make me a tombstone
Like the one he made for my bird,
And he’ll put what I tell him on it,
Yes, every single word.
I shall say, "Here lies Hildegarde,
A beautiful doll, who is dead.
She died of a broken heart,
And a dreadful crack in her head."
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