The three good friends, Lily, Carrie & Floss

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Material Information

Title:
The three good friends, Lily, Carrie & Floss
Uncontrolled:
The three good friends, Lily, Carrie and Floss
Physical Description:
6 leaves : ill. ; 28 cm.
Language:
English
Creator:
Thomas Nelson & Sons ( Publisher )
Publisher:
T. Nelson & Sons
Place of Publication:
London ;
Edinburgh
Publication Date:

Subjects

Subjects / Keywords:
Children's poetry -- 1880   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1880
Genre:
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
poetry   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage:
England -- London
Scotland -- Edinburgh

Notes

General Note:
Title from cover.
Funding:
Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).

Record Information

Source Institution:
University of Florida
Holding Location:
Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
Rights Management:
All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
Resource Identifier:
aleph - 001876172
oclc - 29304052
notis - AJV1209
System ID:
UF00025817:00001

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ERE we are with our babes, are they not pretty dears ?They are both made to cry, but they never shed tears;They have fine rosy lips with some hard stuff beneath,And mamma thinks they never will have any teeth!Their frocks get so dirty, and we cannot tell how;They were quite clean this morning, and look at themnow!Then their faces get dirty, and dirt sticks so fast!Meg has been in a bath since the night before last.I am sure we take pains to teach babies to walk;We lead them, we jump them, and we coax them to talk;We have tried too to teach them a nursery rhyme,But still dolls will be dolls to the end of all time!


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E'RE singing! Floss, be quiet now! Your song is only bow-wow-wow! You don't keep time,-you cannot speak; We told you so one day last week. Just wag your tail and hold your tongue Until our pretty song is sung. Now do see Floss! How sly he looks Floss, ours are not real music-books. Ma's album and pa's book of maps Will do as well for us, perhaps, Because we have such little throats, And have not learnt to sing from notes.



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ERE we are with our babes, are they not pretty dears? They are both made to cry, but they never shed tears; They have fine rosy lips with some hard stuff beneath, And mamma thinks they never will have any teeth! Their frocks get so dirty, and we cannot tell how; They were quite clean this morning, and look at them now! Then their faces get dirty, and dirt sticks so fast! Meg has been in a bath since the night before last. I am sure we take pains to teach babies to walk; We lead them, we jump them, and we coax them to talk; We have tried too to teach them a nursery rhyme, But still dolls will be dolls to the end of all time!