Lulu’s dolls are so large that you would think they were real flesh and
blood. She likes to have them large, she says, for then she can hug
them, and make it seem as if they were alive. Her doll-baby, Flo, is
just the size of her little sister, Baby May, and it is hard sometimes
to tell which one she has in her arms.
Lulu is a real little mother girl. She takes the best of care of her
dolls, and fondles them, and talks to them just as if they knew all that
she said. She makes all their clothes, and keeps them in good order, and
it would surprise you to see how well she sews.
She is gentle and kind in all her ways, but sometimes she has to scold
G. W. and B. F. and stand them in a corner.
They are such bad boys. Lulu has not made up her mind yet whether she
will call them George Washington and Benjamin Franklin, or more fancy
names, but has become so used to G. W. and B. F. that it will be quite
hard for her to make any change. When night comes on Lulu sings her
dolls to sleep, and then puts them in their own little beds where they
rest quietly until daylight. If they were real children, and cried out
in the night with aches, and pains, and bad dreams, what a hard time
Lulu would have!