She sits alone in her room playing with her toys like a good little girl,
Daddy's good little girl.
Daddy, may I,... may I please go outside?, she asks when Daddy comes to
her room to check on her. It's so hot with the candles burning, and the
window bolted. Daddy says nothing as he opens the window. He leaves her
to her toys, and goes downstairs. There's work to be done, She will have
to amuse herself while he makes her dinner.
He locks the door so she doesn't get into mischief. He can't let her run
like he did so long ago. There's too much that can happen to a good
little girl, to his good little girl.
She cries at the door as he walks away, and he tries his best to ignore
the tears he knows are running down her face. Supper's on, and he sits
wondering how his life had gone so bad. His wife dying as she gave birth
to their only daughter, and leaving him to care for her alone, the boys,
who tried to get their way with his little girl. the mischief she got into
with those boys. He'd had to do what he'd done, locking her in that room,
putting those bars across the window.
Her cries are so much louder tonight, he thinks, half dosing in his chair.
He wonders why as he hears the same old excuses for being let out, Daddy!
The candles! Supper is almost done dear. Please try to be quiet, he says,
and goes back to daydreams of how his life could have been so much better
if his little girl had only listened to him when he'd told her to behave.
Daddy!, he hears her scream. The candles! Please let me out!
I'll bring your supper up to you dear, he calls. He couldn't let her get
the upper hand on him. People would think he was too old, and senile to
care for her, he thinks beginning to smell smoke.
Oh dear, I'm not paying attention. I'm burnin' supper, he says to himself
as her screaming gets louder and louder. Don't make me come up there!
I'll tan your hide!,he hollers as he looks into the pot to see that supper
isn't burning after all.
He goes back to his chair not even wondering where the smoke is coming from
that seems to fill the the stairs, coming into the room. His little girl is
still screaming up there, and he's not gonna go up, and have her get her way.
A good little girl has to know that she can't always get her way.