Cinderella; Or, The Little Glass Slipper, and Other Stories

THE CHILDREN’S PARTY.

     What a merry, merry rout!
     See the wee ones dance about!
     Dickie’s leading off the ball;
     There,—he almost had a fall.

     Who’s his partner in the whirls,
     —Rosiest of all the girls?
     But a doll—a DOLL you say;
     Dancing in that sprightly way?

     Well I never! Oh, see there,
     See—just see those horses tear!
     Meg and Madge will sure be thrown.
     What a vicious looking roan!

     Not a real live horse you say,
     Prancing in that frightful way?
     Well, I never! Toys to-day
     Surely seem more “real” than “play.”