An Old Love

Priscilla, Auntie's promised me A brand-new Paris doll; And though I love you, yet you see I cannot keep you all. Nursey declares I really must Throw one of you away; And you're the oldest, so I trust You will not care to stay. You've lost an arm, your dress is torn, Your wig is all awry; Priscilla, you are so forlorn, We'll have to say good-by. And yet--oh, don't! my dolly dear, _Don't_ look so sad, I pray! You precious dolly, come right here, You _shan't_ be thrown away! You're ragged, yes, and lame and blind, You're really but a wreck; But, dear Priscilla, never mind, _I_ do not care a speck. Your eyes do nicely when they're shut, And I can mend the rest; Well--p'raps I'll love the new one--but I'll always love _you_ best.