Volume 1 — REBECCA
Reading edition
BY ELEANOR PIATT
“oh, doctor! come quick! rebecca has a chill!”
I have a doll, Rebecca, She’s quite a little care, I have to press her ribbons And comb her fluffy hair.
I keep her clothes all mended, And wash her hands and face, And make her frocks and aprons, All trimmed in frills and lace.
I have to cook her breakfast, And pet her when she’s ill; And telephone the doctor When Rebecca has a chill.
Rebecca doesn’t like that, And says she’s well and strong; And says she’ll try—oh! very hard, To be good all day long.
But when night comes, she’s nodding; So into bed we creep And snuggle up together, And soon are fast asleep.
I have no other dolly, For you can plainly see, In caring for Rebecca, I’m busy as can be!