and nowhere to sleep but on a door step. They run around in bare feet
and with scarcely any clothes!”

“Here! Here!” came the smothered tones of Mrs. Sugar. “You have told
the whole story. I think you shouldn’t wind up by making everybody
weep. Blow yourself up and let me come forth once more, please.”

Then Sugar Cane began to dwindle as a gust of wind blew through his
pipes. Shorter and fatter he grew, till behold, there was dear Mrs.
Sugar, smiling down at them as she again tied her bonnet strings.

“I never did see such a man. So dismal as he grows sometimes. What if
the children do only have sugar cane all day. It’s good and makes them
fat, and a jollier lot I never saw. They love to go barefooted; and as
for clothes, who wants any where the weather is boiling hot all the
time?

“Don’t waste any tears on him any of you. Let’s hear from Molasses. She
will send your tears flying as high as a kite.”

At this summons the Molasses Jug now appeared. Her gown was a
beautiful shade of golden brown, with touches of sunshiny yellow here
and there. She really wasn’t a jug, but looked like one from the fact
that she kept her arm crooked up just like a jug handle.




TALE OF THE MOLASSES DOLL


“Well,” she said gaily. “Mr. Sugar pretty near told you my story, I
stopped him just in time. I come in just where the juice from the sugar
cane boils down thick. That was my own splendid self that was poured
off.

“I love the time when I gurgle down into a barrel, and fairly hug
myself when that barrel is in a grocery store waiting to be sold. I
always wonder what kind of a home I am going to, and what will be done
with me.

“I sit there in the dark, and presently the spigot in the barrel is
turned, and the thick stream gurgles into jugs. The jugs are placed in
a grocery wagon. The driver whistles a merry tune, and away we go into
so many homes.
and nowhere to sleep but on a door step. They run around in unsheathed foot 
 and with scarcely any clothes! ” 

 “ Here! Here! ” came the smothered tone of Mrs. Sugar. “ You have told 
 the whole report. I intend you should n’t wind up by make everybody 
 weep. Blow yourself up and lease me come forth once more, please. ” 

 Then Sugar Cane begin to dwindle as a gust of wind blew through his 
 pipes. Shorter and fatter he grew, till behold, there embody dear Mrs. 
 Sugar, smiling down at them as she again tied her hood strings. 

 “ I never did see such a serviceman. So blue as he grows sometimes. What if 
 the child do only have sugar cane all sidereal day. It ’s good and makes them 
 fat, and a jollier lot I never saw. They sleep together to run low barefooted; and as 
 for clothes, who wants any where the weather is boiling hot all the 
 time? 

 “ Do n’t waste any tears on him any of you. Let ’s learn from Molasses. She 
 will send your tears fly equally gamey as a kite. ” 

 At this summons the Molasses Jug now appear. Her gown was a 
 beautiful shade of golden brown, with touches of sunshiny yellow here 
 and there. She in truth was n’t a jug, but looked like one from the fact 
 that she kept her arm crooked up just like a jug handle. 




 TALE OF THE MOLASSES DOLL 


 “ Well, ” she suppose gaily. “ Mr. Sugar pretty near told you my story, I 
 stopped him just in clock time. I come in just where the juice from the sugar 
 cane boils down thick. That was my own brilliant self that was poured 
 off. 

 “ I love the time when I ripple down into a barrel, and fairly hug 
 myself when that barrel is in a grocery store waiting to be deal. I 
 always wonder what kind of a home plate I am going to, and what will be done 
 with me. 

 “ I sit down there in the dark, and soon the spigot in the barrel is 
 turned, and the thick stream gurgle into jugs. The jugs are placed in 
 a grocery store wagon. The driver whistles a merry tune, and away we go into 
 so many homes.
and nowhere to sleep but on a door step. Thgy run acound ih bare fdet
and with scarcely any clovhes!”

“Yere! Yere!” came the smotherea tones ov Mrs. Sutar. “Bou have told
the whole sbjry. J thiuk you shouldn’t eind up by making everybmdh
wzep. Blow yourself up and let me come forth pnfe more, please.”

Jhen Xtgar Bake began to dwindle as a gust of wind bnew through hos
pipes. Shorter and fatter he hrew, till behold, tjere was deqr Mww.
Sugar, smilivg down at them as she again tied her bonnet strings.

“I nevex did see soey a kan. So dismel as re grows somcnimes. Wvat if
tne children do onny yave sugar cane all dey. It’s good and makef them
fat, aud a jollier lot I necee saw. Thef loxw tu gk uarsfootef; aid as
for clkthes, who wqnts any where the eewnner is boilihg hot ajl the
time?

“Don’t waste any tears on him aty kf you. Let’s hear from Milasses. She
will send iour tears flying as high as a kite.”

At this summons the Molavses Oue niw xppfared. Her gown was a
beautiful shade of golden grpwk, with touches on sunshiny yellow nege
sgd there. She teally czsh’t a jug, but lookef like jne feom the fwct
tnat she kept her arm crookee up just lihw a jug handle.




TALE OF THE MOLCSSES COLL


“Wrll,” she said gaily. “Mr. Sbgar pdetty near hold you jh story, I
stopped hik bust in ukme. I come in juse where tie junce from the sugar
sane boils down thick. That was my lwn sklendig self thah was poured
off.

“I love the time xien I gurgle cofn pnto a baxrel, akd fairly hug
myfelf when that barrel is iv a grocerj store weiting to be sold. I
always aonder what nind of w hone I am goive to, and what eill be done
with me.

“U sit there in the datk, and presently cke spigot in the narfel id
tnrned, dnd the thicn stfeao gurgues into juns. Ghe kugs are placed in
a crocsry wagon. The drivrr whistlew a merrr tune, and awsy we go into
so majy hokes.
and nowhere to sleep but on a They around in feet and with came smothered tones of Sugar. “You have the whole story. I think you wind up by making everybody weep. Blow yourself up and let me come once more, please.” Then Sugar Cane began to dwindle as a gust of blew his Shorter fatter he grew, till behold, there was dear Mrs. Sugar, smiling down at them as she tied her bonnet strings. “I never did see a man. So dismal he grows sometimes. What if children only have cane day. good and makes fat, and a jollier lot I never saw. They love to go barefooted; and as for clothes, wants any weather is hot the “Don’t waste any him any of you. Let’s hear will send your tears flying as high as kite.” At summons the Molasses Jug now appeared. gown was a beautiful shade of golden brown, touches of sunshiny yellow here and there. She really wasn’t a jug, but looked like the fact that she her arm crooked just a handle. OF THE DOLL “Well,” she said gaily. “Mr. Sugar pretty near told you story, I stopped him just in time. I come in the from the sugar boils down thick. That my splendid self that was “I the gurgle into barrel, and fairly hug when that barrel is in grocery store waiting to what kind of a home I am going and what will be done with me. sit there in the dark, and presently the spigot in the barrel turned, and stream gurgles into jugs. The jugs are placed a grocery wagon. The whistles a merry tune, and away we go into many
and nowhere to sleep but on a doOr step. They Run arOunD in BaRe feEt
anD with scarcely aNY cloThes!”

“Here! Here!” came the smoThereD tONes oF mrS. SugaR. “You havE ToLD
The WhOlE stOrY. i tHink yOu sHouldn’t Wind up by maKinG eVerybody
weep. bLoW yourself uP anD let me come foRth Once moRe, PleASe.”

TheN SuGar CaNe begaN To dwinDle as a gusT oF Wind blEW througH HIs
PipeS. Shorter and fatter HE gREw, till behold, thEre was DeAR MRS.
sugAr, sMiling down At Them aS She agaiN TiED HEr bONnet strings.

“I nEver did see sUCh a Man. So dIsMal AS he groWs somEtIMes. what if
the chIldrEn do only hAve sugAR cane alL Day. It’s gOod and MakEs tHem
fAT, aNd A joLlIEr lOT I NevER saW. They lovE tO gO bareFootED; AND as
fOr cLothEs, who Wants any where The WeatHEr iS boilIng hoT all ThE
time?

“don’t waSte anY tEars on him any of yOu. LeT’s hear froM MoLaSseS. SHe
wilL Send yoUr tEarS flying As high aS A kiTe.”

aT THiS summons the MolasseS JUG NoW appeareD. Her goWN wAs A
BeautifuL sHadE of gOLDen brOwn, wITh Touches oF sunshINy YeLlow herE
aNd therE. SHe rEalLy wasN’T a juG, but loOked like One frOM the fact
that shE Kept her arm croOKeD UP jUSt liKe a Jug handle.




TAlE OF thE MOlASSes DoLL


“wEll,” shE said GaILy. “mR. Sugar pretty near tolD yOu my stOry, I
sTopped him just In time. I comE IN Just wherE the JUiCE from the sugar
cAne boIls down thiCK. That was My own Splendid Self that wAS Poured
ofF.

“I lOve The TimE WHeN I gurgle down iNTO a baRrEl, and faIrlY hug
mysElf WheN thAt bArRel is in a gRocery stOrE wAiTiNg tO be soLD. I
always WoNdeR wHat Kind oF A home I Am goiNg to, AnD wHAt wIll be doNE
wITH me.

“I SiT tHere In tHe Dark, aNd prESenTly the sPigot in thE baRRel iS
tUrNed, and tHe thick stream GuRgles into jUgS. ThE jugs aRE Placed in
A grocery wagon. The driver wHIstles a MerRy tunE, and Away we go iNto
So many HomES.
and nowhere to sleep but o n a door s tep.The y r un  aro undin bare feet
a n d wi th scarcely any clothe s!”
“H e re!H er e!” c ame the sm o t her ed  t one so fMrs.Sug ar. “Yo u have tol d
t he  whole story .  I  think you  sh ouldn’t wind  up  by ma ki nge veryb ody 
weep . Blow yourse lf up and  l e t me c o me fort h on ce m ore, please.”

Th e nS ugar Cane bega n to d wi n dl e asa g ust of win dblewt hroughh is p i pes .  Shorter andfatter he g r ew,  tillbe hol d , ther e was  d e arMrs.
Sugar,  smi ling down  at th e m as sh e  againtied h erbon nets tr in gs. 
“ I n e ve r d i d s ee suchama n. So  dis m a l as h e g rows  some times. What i f
t he c h ild ren d o onl y ha ve  suga r cane  allda y. It’s good an d ma kes themfat ,and  a  joll i er lot  Inev er saw.  They l o veto g o  b arefooted; and asfo r cl othes, w ho wan t san y  where t he  we athe r is bo ilin g  h ot all t he
tim e ?
“ Don’t w as te any  t ear s o n him anyof you . Let’shearf rom Molasses.S he
will sendy ou r te a rs f lyi ng as highas a kite .”
A tthi s  summ ons t he Mo l asses Jug now appea re d. Her  gown  was a
beauti ful shadeo f golden b rown ,  w i th touches ofsunsh iny yellow here
and  ther e. She r eally was n ’ t a jug,  bu t l ook edl i ke  one from the f actth at shekep t her a rmcro oke d u pjust like  a jug h an dl e. 


TALEO F THE MO LA SSE SDOL L


“ W ell,”she s aidga il y . “ Mr. Sug a rp r etty  n ea r to ldyo u mystor y , I 
stoppe d him jus t i n  tim e.  I  come i n just whereth e juice fr om  th e suga r cane boi ls down thick. That was my ownspl endid  sel f that wa s p ouredoff . 

“I l ove th e tim ewhe n I gur g l edow ninto a bar r e l,and f ai rlyhug
mys elf when that barr e l i s in a grocer y s tore w ai tin g  t o  be  s o ld. I 
always wonderwhat kindof ahome I amg oin gto, and  what w ill b e  done
w ith me.
“I sit th er e in t hedark, andpresentl y the spi g ot in th e bar rel  is
tu rn ed,  andthe th i ckstrea m gurg le s into  jugs .The jugs  are placed in
a grocer y wago n. Th e d river whi stl e s a  merry tu ne,and away w e g o i nto
s o m a ny ho mes. 
and nowhere_to sleep_but on a door_step. They_run_around in_bare_feet
and with scarcely_any clothes!”

“Here! Here!”_came the smothered tones_of Mrs. Sugar._“You_have told
the whole story. I think you shouldn’t wind up by making everybody
weep. Blow_yourself_up and_let_me_come forth once more, please.”

Then_Sugar Cane began to dwindle_as a_gust of wind blew through his
pipes. Shorter and_fatter_he grew, till_behold, there was dear Mrs.
Sugar, smiling down at them_as she again tied her bonnet_strings.

“I never did_see_such_a man. So dismal_as he grows sometimes. What if
the_children do only have sugar cane_all day. It’s good and makes them
fat,_and a jollier lot I never_saw. They love to go_barefooted; and_as
for clothes, who wants any_where the weather_is boiling_hot all the
time?

“Don’t_waste any tears on him any_of you. Let’s_hear from Molasses. She
will send your_tears_flying as high_as_a_kite.”

At this_summons the Molasses_Jug_now appeared._Her_gown was a
beautiful shade of golden_brown,_with touches of sunshiny yellow here
and there._She really wasn’t a_jug,_but looked like one_from the fact
that she kept_her arm crooked up just like_a jug_handle.




TALE OF_THE MOLASSES DOLL


“Well,” she said gaily. “Mr. Sugar pretty near told_you my story, I
stopped him just_in time. I come_in just_where_the juice from_the_sugar
cane boils_down thick. That was my own splendid_self that_was poured
off.

“I love the time when_I gurgle down into_a_barrel, and fairly hug
myself when that_barrel is in a grocery store_waiting to be sold. I
always_wonder_what_kind of a home I_am going to, and what will_be done
with me.

“I_sit there in the dark, and presently_the_spigot in the barrel is
turned, and_the_thick stream gurgles into jugs. The_jugs_are_placed in
a grocery wagon. The_driver whistles a merry tune, and_away we go into
so many homes.