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ITTLE Miss Brag has much to say

To the rich little lady from over the way,

And the rich little lady puts out a lip

As she looks at her own white, dainty slip,

And wishes that she could wear a gown

As pretty as gingham of faded brown!

For little Miss Brag she lays much stress

On the privileges of a gingham dress—

"Aha,

Oho!"

The rich little lady from over the way

Has beautiful dolls in vast array;

Yet she envies the raggedy home-made doll

She hears our little Miss Brag extol.

For the raggedy doll can fear no hurt

From wet, or heat, or tumble, or dirt!

Her nose is inked, and her mouth is, too,

And one eye's black and the other's blue—

"Aha,

Oho!"