Of course they wouldn't! Mother took it herself.

She was rocking, and softly singing my Dutch song that I loved best; I can't spell it, but it sounds like this: "Trus, trus, trill; Der power rid der fill, Fill sphring aveck, Plodschlicter power in der dreck." Once I asked mother to sing it in English, and she couldn't because it didn't rhyme that way and the words wouldn't fit the notes; it was just, "Trot, trot, trot, a boy rode a colt.

The colt sprang aside; down went the boy in the dirt." "Aw, don't sing my song to that little red, pug-nosed bald-head!" I said.
Really, it was a very nice baby; I only said that because I wanted to hold it, and mother wouldn't give it up.

I tried to coax May to the dam snake hunting, but she couldn't go, so I had to amuse myself.

I had a doll, but I never played with it except when I was dressed up on Sunday.