The Adventure of Two Dutch Dolls and a Golliwogg

Bertha Upton
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Title: The Adventure of Two Dutch Dolls and a 'Golliwogg'
Author: Bertha Upton
Illustrator: Florence K. Upton
Release Date: September 28, 2005 [EBook #16770]
Language: English
Character set encoding: ASCII
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The Adventures
of two
Dutch Dolls
and a
Pictures By
[signed] Florence K. Upton
Words By
Bertha Upton
DeWolfe, Fiske & Co. Boston
'Twas on a frosty Christmas Eve
When Peggy Deutchland woke
From her wooden sleep
On the counter steep
And to her neighbour

"Get up! get up, dear Sarah Jane!
Now strikes the midnight hour,
When dolls and toys
Taste human joys,
And revel in their power.
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.
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.
But who comes here across our path,
In gay attire bedight?
A little girl
With hair in curl,
And eyes so round and bright.
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.
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.

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.
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
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.

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!
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!"
E'en as those piteous words she spoke,
They struck a fearful "snag"
Their grips they lost,
And both were tossed
Upon the cruel "flag".
Their senses for a moment gone,
They lay in ghastly plight;
Their fiery steed
From burden freed,
Maintained his onward flight.
Then each in aching consciousness
Rose slowly with sad groans;
Next faced about
With angry shout,
Followed by tears and moans.
Each blamed the other for the fall;
Until, in gentler mood,
Their hurts they dress,
While both confess
The crying did them
A wooden crutch poor Peggy finds
To help her on her feet;

Both solemn-faced
Their steps retraced
To where they first did
But sorrow's tears are quickly dried
With dolls as well as men.--
A jolly crowd
All laughing loud
(I think you'll count just ten.)
Mounted a little wooden cart,
While Peggy, brave and tried,
Got up in front
To bear the brunt
Of "Hobby's" mighty stride.
Finding a pleasant open space,
Gay Peg' unships her load;
Suggests a game
Which, it is plain,
Will soon be quite the "mode."
She tells of former Christmas nights,
When many of her kind,
At leap-frog played,
And merry made,
Fast running like the wind.
The happy moments swiftly sped
In unabated glee;
Their lungs were strong,
Their legs were long,
And supple at the
But soon they hear the clock strike "two"
The hours are flying fast!
With much to do
Ere night be thro'
Its' pleasures overpast!
"Just one leap more!" cries Sarah Jane,
"This fills my wildest dream!"
E'en as she spoke,
Peg' Deutchland broke
Into a piercing scream.

Then all look round, as well they may
To see a horrid sight!
The blackest gnome
Stands there alone,
They scatter in their fright.
With kindly smile he nearer draws;
Begs them to feel no fear.
"What is your name?"
Cries Sarah Jane;
"The 'Golliwogg' my dear."
Their fears allayed--each takes an arm,
While up and down they
With sidelong glance
Each tries her chance,
And charms him with
"small talk".
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