With battered eyes and broken nose, With tattered ears and worn-out toes; With one pulled-out and stringy arm Where you have swung me to my harm, I am the dolly you love best, The doll that's dearer than the rest. Your own old dolly Whose smile is ever jolly, Who never sighed or cried when you would fling her at the wall; Your old, worn dolly, Your best-loved dolly,-- The dolly that you always thought the fairest one of all. I am the doll who heard you weep Because she would not go to sleep; I am the doll who helped you play At going calling every day; With frowsled hair, in tatters dressed; I am the dolly you love best. Your own old dolly Whose smile is ever jolly, Who never moaned or groaned when you would idly let her fall; Your old, old dolly, Your best, best dolly-- The dolly that you always thought the fairest one of all. [Illustration: The Dragon again reared and rattled its long body _Page 110_] "I am very happy here, indeed," said Lulu, "and I can't think of another thing to wish. I feel a little thirsty from eating so much cake." The Queen smiled again. "There is no need to wish for a drink," said she, "for if you will only take a cup and step to the spring, I think you will find that it is made of very good lemonade." So Lulu took her cup, stepped to the spring, and to her great surprise she dipped up a cup of what proved to be the very best lemonade she had ever tasted in all her life. "Now," said the Queen, "suppose we walk farther into the island, and see what we call our Candy Land." So they walked on deeper into the wood, and as they did so they looked all about them, and behold! all the trees were Christmas trees, hung full of shining things--toys and books and parcels, everything most inviting in appearance. Not one Christmas tree was there, but hundreds, and every way they looked they saw still more Christmas trees, so many they could hardly count them in a day, had they done nothing else but count. "This," said the Queen, "is what we call the Christmas tree forest. It is here that Santa Claus, one of my best friends, gets all the Christmas trees which he uses in the winter-time. They grow here in hundreds, and of just the right size. But that is only a part of what I was going to show you." Now they came to a long row of houses like shops, in two rows like the shops in what is called an Arcade; but to their great surprise everything they saw here was made of candy. The houses, the people and everything in the shops proved to be made of candy. There was nothing in the world one could have thought of which was not there, and one might have furnished a large house from top to bottom; but every article was made of candy--candy rocking-chairs and tables and pianos, and knives and forks, and everything else, so that Lulu and Zuzu hardly knew what to do, it all seemed so strange to them.