THE NEW DOLL

New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXI, Issue 21698, 13 January 1934, Page 4 (Supplement)

THE NEW DOLL

By LUCY FTSES. B.iLB.G-.. aged 13,

Rosemary was most unhappy because ahe had broken Elizabeth Annette's head. Elisabeth Annette was her doll. She was old, the paint had worn air her face, her hands and feet were chipped, but atill ahe was the only doll that Rosemary possessed. This last accident was by far tlie most serious she had aver experienced. It seemed 7 that there was no possible method of repair. Glue would not hold and bandages looked ugly. At last mother said, ""Never mind, Rosemary, daddy will get you a new doll nest time he goes ta town." Rosemary round a cardboard bos and with some scraps of material and a few handkerchiefs, ahe made a nice bed. Into this she put poor, injured Elizabeth Annette, "'She's very ill. Now I'll have to look after her till I get a new dolly," said the aad Rosemary. She nursed the aick doll, who looked like the victim of aome serious accident with her pale, paintless face and head awathed. in bandages, and eagerly counted the days to daddy's return. She imagined a lovely doll with whoie legs and arms and a baby face. He had been especially asked to choose one with a baby nice. At last tha day came. Rosemary was the hrst to see him coming and rushed to meet him. For a few minutes ahe even forgot the doll, ahe was 30 eager to tail him the news of the farm before Beter,. her brother, arrived on the scene. But when he seated himself in the kitchen and began to untie the numerous parcels, she became truly excited. She could hardly stand still when he picked up a longish parcel and began ta unwrap it.. Carefully ha took off the brawn paper and then the tissue paper- ana displayed far- all eyes to see —a lovely blackamoor doll! A black, black head, thick red hps and rolling eyes, dressed in a red striped ahirt and brown trousers..

" lan" t he wonderful?" said mother. " What a beaut!"' exclaimed Peter, aa he looked tip from Ri H new wheelbarrow-, especially made to carry in the: wood!

Everyone looked pleased except Rosemary. Her excitement had faded now and she stood staring. " Hers, Ease, take it, " said daddy. " Nbj no!' I don't want fe." Rosemary's? mouth, trembled and tears welled up in her eyes.. " Don't you like it?" was the general inquiry,

" No, it's ugly. I wanted a white doll, a baby doll, not a nasty black nigger!" " Oh!' Rosemary, it's nice,."-' a-ilr? mother.,

"I. don't like it.. I'd rather hare Elizabeth. Annette," sobbed the little girl- " Well, we'll eve it to Jean -when she wakes from, her mid-day sleep," said daddy, nearly aa disappointed" as his daughter. "T don't care, I don't want it," persisted the weeping child W ♦ * * *

On Christmas morning two months sleepy little girl roused herself and felt the stacking that hung at the head of her bed- Half standing: out was a doll, a baby-faced doll in a f pink and bine, dress with blue cap,, golden hair and blue eyes that opened and shutFather Christmas, wine aid man. had chosen better than daddy and brought the right kind of doll, just exactly what was wanted!