In verse that goes from being as ragged as the doll to monotonously sing-songish, the author presents a conversation between a smudge-nosed rag doll who is dragged about and an immaculate bride-doll who dwells permanently on the shelf. The rag doll comes to realize that she is the luckier because she is loved. The all blue illustrations of doll-owner and dolls are static, amateurish, and repetitious.