The Adventure of Two Dutch Dolls and a 'Golliwogg', page 2 by Bertha Upton
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> 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".
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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.
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Each blamed the other for the fall;
Until, in gentler mood,
Their hurts they dress,
While both confess
The crying did them good.
A wooden crutch poor Peggy finds
To help her on her feet;
Both solemn-faced
Their steps retraced
To where they first did meet.
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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.
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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 knee.
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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 piercin