Produced by Alicia Williams, Joshua Hutchinson and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net The Adventures of two Dutch Dolls and a "Golliwogg" Pictures By [signed] Florence K. Upton Words By Bertha Upton DeWolfe, Fiske & Co. Boston [Illustration] 'Twas on a frosty Christmas Eve When Peggy Deutchland woke From her wooden sleep On the counter steep And to her neighbour spoke, "Get up! get up, dear Sarah Jane! Now strikes the midnight hour, When dolls and toys Taste human joys, And revel in their power. [Illustration] I long to try my limbs a bit, And you must walk with me; Our joints are good Though made of wood, And I pine for liberty. [Illustration] For twelve long months we've lain in here. But we don't care a fig; When wide awake It does not take Us long to dance a jig. [Illustration] But who comes here across our path, In gay attire bedight? A little girl With hair in curl, And eyes so round and bright. [Illustration] Good evening Miss, how fine you look, Beside you I feel bare; I must confess I need a dress If I would look as fair. [Illustration] On that high pole I see a flag With colors red and blue; Dear Sarah Jane 'Tis very plain A climb you'll have to do. [Illustration] You're young and light--so now be quick Dear sister good and kind; You look dismayed Don't be afraid, It's not so hard you'll find. Then up the pole with trembling limbs, Poor Sarah Jane did mount; She dared not lag, But seized the flag, Ere you could twenty count. Big Peggy gazed with deep concern, And mouth wide open too; Her only care That she might wear A gown of brilliant hue. [Illustration] [Illustration] Now Peg' by instinct seemed to know Where scissors might be got; The "fits" were bad, But then she had No patterns on the spot. Soon where the garments hurried on; Sarah looked well in blue; Mirror in hand She took her stand, While Peggy pinned her's through. [Illustration] [Illustration] Said Peggy--"After work so hard, I think a rest we need; Let's take a ride Seated astride Upon this gentle steed." Then simple Sarah Jane climbed up Upon his wooden back; With tim'rous heart She felt him start Upon the open track. [Illustration] Ere long they knew that hidden there, Beneath a stolid mien, Dwelt a fierce will. They could not still They rode as if by steam! [Illustration] Peggy held on with tightening grip, While Sarah Jane behind, Having no hold To make her bold, To screaming gave her mind. "O Peggy! put me down I pray! I ride in mortal dread! Do make him stop, Or I shall drop And break my wooden head!"