<h2><SPAN name="THE_DOLLS_WEDDING" id="THE_DOLLS_WEDDING"></SPAN>THE DOLLS' WEDDING.</h2>
<p><span style="margin-left: 11em;">I am so glad that the sunshine has driven the clouds away,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 11em;">For my dolly, my darling dolly, is going to be married to-day.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 11em;">She has had a great many suitors—a dozen, I do declare—</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 11em;">And only last week, Wednesday, she refused a millionaire.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Sophie Read is his mother; she thought we'd feel so grand</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 11em;">That a doll with a diamond stud should offer my child his hand.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 11em;">But Rose cares little for money, and she's given her heart away</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 11em;">To Charlie, the gallant sailor, who will make her his bride to-day.</span><br/>
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<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Nora has made her a bride-cake with frosting as white as snow,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 11em;">And I wove her bridal wreath from the tiniest flowers that blow;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 11em;">And brother Harry has promised (he's ever so kind, I'm sure)</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 11em;">To lend them his beautiful yacht when they sail on their wedding tour.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 11em;">We make believe it's the ocean, the lake in the Park, you know;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 11em;">And Charlie, the little sailor, is so delighted to go.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Oh, my! he does look cunning in his suit of navy blue.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 11em;">His mother, my most particular friend, is little Nelly Drew.</span><br/>
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<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Look! they are coming, Mary. Oh, they are a lovely pair!</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Charlie, the black-eyed sailor, and Rose with her golden hair.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Doesn't she look like a fairy peeping out from a fleecy cloud,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 11em;">In that lovely dress and veil? But we mustn't talk out loud.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 11em;">If I could just squeeze out a tear—I suppose it's the proper thing,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Since she is my only child—but indeed I would rather sing,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 11em;">For the sun is shining brightly, and everything seems gay,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 11em;">And to Charlie, the dear little sailor, my dolly is married to-day.</span><br/></p>
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<h4>[Continued from No. 2, Page 15.]</h4>
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