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"But I lost my poor little doll, dears, / As I played in the heath one day; / And I cried for her more than a week, dears -- "
They say that the world -- and of course that means the people in it -- has changed very much in the last half century or so. I daresay in some ways this is true, but it is not in all. There are some ways in which I hope and think people will never change much. Hearts will never change, I hope -- good, kind hearts who love and trust each other I mean; and little children, they surely will always be found the same, -- simple and faithful, happy and honest; why, the very word _childlike_ would cease to have any meaning were the natures it describes to alter.