St. Nicholas/Volume 32/Number 3/Money-jug
The Money-jug.
(A Rhyme of the Doll-House.)
By Katharine Pyle.
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The earthen money-jug sat on the shelf, Fat with pennies, and round and red;“You shall marry the little china doll When you are full,” the old rag-mother said.“Only a few more pennies,” said he, “Will fill me as full as I can be.” The poor little china doll below Sat in the doll-house, very sad,For she did not want to marry the jug, In spite of the pennies and dimes he had;And she would not look at the nursery shelf, Where he sat in his pride and puffed himself. “Two more days and it 's Christmas Day; I shall be quite full by then, I know,”Said the money-jug; but sadder still Was the little doll in the house below. |
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The rag-mother nodded her wicked old head. “Then to-morrow the wedding shall be,” she said. And now there ’s a noise in the hall outside, And two little children come in the door;With eager steps they hurry by Where the doll-house stands on the nursery floor.They take the money-jug down from the shelf; “Now I ll be full,” said he to himself.
Said the little boy to the little girl, “We will get our Christmas money out.”Crack,smash! they broke the money-jug, And all the pennies rolled about.The rag-mother nodded her wicked old head; “And that is the end of him,” she said.
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