"That is very easy," said the Queen. "I will get you a doll which is both old and new." And again she waved her wand.

Lulu looked down, and almost cried aloud; for there in her arms was a brand new doll, the finest she had ever seen, that could laugh and talk and eat, which was quite new, but which, to her great surprise, was also quite old! She felt free to love it quite as much as she liked, and so she did love it very much. As she stood with the doll in her arms, to her great surprise the Enchanted Banjo began to play and the doll began to sing, and the song it sang was called:

I'M THE DOLLY YOU LOVE BEST

With battered eyes and broken nose,

With tattered ears and worn-out toes;

With one pulled-out and stringy arm

Where you have swung me to my harm,

I am the dolly you love best,

The doll that's dearer than the rest.

Your own old dolly

Whose smile is ever jolly,

Who never sighed or cried when you would fling her at the wall;

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Your old, worn dolly,

Your best-loved dolly,—

The dolly that you always thought the fairest one of all.

I am the doll who heard you weep

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