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SHE sat in her little rocking-chair, a-sigh-

ing and twirling her thumbs:

"Oh, everything for my doll is done, and

never to mending comes!

I haven't a morsel of sewing! – dear mother,

in all the town,

Can't you find me one doll, no matter how

small, who will wear out her gown?"